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Yeah do your worst when worlds collide. Let their fear collapse, bring no surprise. Take me out of here. Walden Macnair. 20. Ravenclaw. 7th Year. Death Eater.

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Severus lurched to the side, sticking his arm out and falling partially onto his side when Walden kicked him. He huffed and looked up, glaring at the boy as he slowly got to his feet and brushed his trousers off. 

Tough love didn’t work so well when it was the only kind of love you got. His gaze wandered to the door for a moment, tempted to walk out and just go to bed early for once, but he decided to throw the boy a bone instead. “You know I can fight. If you want me to practice so badly, let me be your target and I’ll work on defense. That way, it doesn’t matter if my aim is off.” Severus took a few steps forward and bent down, reaching to pick up his wand.

Walden rolled his eyes and scoffed, obviously peeved with Severus complaining. “Stop talking and just prove it,” he huffed. “Fucking twat,” he added under his breath as he marched back to his position. Walden used to enjoy Severus having a snarky little mouth but today, it grated at Walden. Unfortunately for him, Severus’ irritability was contagious. It was hardly going to be a challenge for Walden, but at the moment, all he cared was flinging spells one after the other towards Severus. 

“Just get off your ass and get ready.”

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Walden released his own cock as Remus took over with no intention of letting the Ravenclaw last long. He craned his neck to see Remus reach for his cock and stroke it with fervor. All efforts made to watch the other boy wreck him was ruined when Walden was drowned in pleasure while his body trembled nearing his climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered fevirishly as he threw his head back. His hands reached for the table below him, gripping its edge. The feeling of Remus inside him was made all the more pronounced as Walden writhed in pleasure. With a guttural cry, Walden came undone in Remus’ hands.

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The cogs turned slowly in his brain. If he obeyed, then what? He’d conjure energy and focus out of nowhere and sweep Walden off his feet? It was more likely he’d trip over his own robes and give himself a concussion. Not that he would have minded the mandatory week of rest.

He averted his gaze, staring down at the boy’s shoes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You know I hate that name,” Severus muttered, playing with a loose piece of thread on his shirt. “You’re not my enemy, so what’s wrong with taking a breather? Maybe you haven’t been in the loop, but darling Mulci has had me running around in the dead of night for weeks now. I’m a bit fucking tired at this point.” Still, he didn’t move from the ground, but he slowly looked up at Walden with sunken eyes practically dripping with exhaustion.

Walden was almost too astonished to speak. Severus always had the reputation of being pathetic but the Ravenclaw thought that he should have at least outgrown that by now. “Well too fucking bad, Snape. I don’t fucking care. Get up.”

“I will be if you don’t get up,” Walden insisted, ignoring Snape’s pleas for a quick rest. His excuses traveled towards deaf ears. “That’s not my bloody problem, is it? So Mulciber can have all of your fucking precious time but when it comes to me you wig out because you’re tired? Fuck that. Get up!” All the pent up restlessness bubbled within Walden and threatened to errupt. Walden walked to his side and pushed Severus off balance with his foot with a slow but forceful kick.

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It won’t give up, it wants me dead; 

Goddamn this noise inside my head. 

11.03.78 || Room of Requirement || 9:31pm

His wand moved like it was controlled by a severed hand. Twitchy, slow, off-target; like rigor mortis curled his fingers in so tightly that his dirty nails dug into the delicate skin on his palm. By his fifth missed spell, the feeling of failure overcame him, and he stepped off of his end of the dueling mat to toss his wand on the concrete floor and let his head fall into his hands as he walked to the corner of the room.

“I need a fucking break. Water, or something, I don’t know - everything’s… Blurry.” It didn’t help that sleep had evaded him on the nights that Mulciber had allowed him to stay in bed, where the nightmares played on repeat every time he even blinked. His soul was shattered, smashed into pieces and ground into dust, and it was showing. Was he thinner than usual? Paler? Eyes more sunken in? Quieter? Jumpier? He didn’t feel human, and he wasn’t sure that he was even alive anymore. If this was Hell, the Devil had done a fine job.

He went and sat against the wall, letting his head lean back and his hair fall away from his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling and tried to breathe slowly to let his body relax. “Maybe today wasn’t the best day for this. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

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Let no one ever say that Walden only ever played hard and didn’t work at all. The chaos in school has ebbed. Things were more or less calm on Walden’s end which made him restless. Mulciber did ask him once or twice to join his excursions but Walden always refused. Thoughtless and baseless killing was never Walden’s cup of tea. To ease his restlessness, Walden called Severus to the mat for a couple of bouts. But instead of getting stimulated, Walden ended up only getting frustrated at how easy it was to disarm the Slytherin with his slower reaction time and missed spells.

“Fucking hell, Snape!” Walden snapped as the other boy walked off. The boy in front of him wasn’t the same one whom he met in the very same room to practice a spell just over a year ago. Gone, or so it seemed, was the boy who was so eager to join them in the ranks. All what’s left was a pathetic shell.

Walden handled Snape’s breakdown in the only way Walden knows how to handle Snape. Full stop. “Get up,” he ordered as he marched towards the Slytherin. “You think your enemies are gonna let you have a break? A water? Something? What’s wrong with you.” It was no question. It was a command.

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Walden’s profanities grew rapid in succession as Remus continued to fuck him. The searing pain caused by the friction was more than compensated whenever Remus’ cock would hit his prostate. With every thrust, Walden used his legs to hook Remus’ back and push him in deeper, hoping to extend the sensation of Remus buried deep in him. As the sex grew more pleasurable, Walden opened eyes, hoping to drown in Remus’ lustful stare while he glistened with sweat. 

Walden’s cock was oozing with precum now, no doubt due to the stimulation of his prostate. He can feel the spunk building up inside him. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as he continued to stroke himself. He slowed his pace but kept the intensity of each stroke. “I’m gonna cum soon...” Walden whispered in between moans. “Cum in me,” he pleaded breathlessly. 

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Walden cried out loud as Remus pushed himself in. Pain seared inside of him as their clearly inadequate preparation failed to really loosen Walden’s hole. His legs spread wide to give Remus more space while the Ravenclaw’s right hand went for his hard cock, hoping to distract himself from the pain. He kept his eyes shut, trying to focus on the sensation. As Remus started to fuck him harder, Walden’s groans got more frequent. He can’t help but squirm under the Gryffindor as he slammed himself unto the boy. The sound of skin slapping on skin reverberated in the room. “Fuck me... Remus,” he cried intermittently. 

This. This was what Walden wanted. To be ruined and hurt. For Remus to be distracted and take out his anger on Walden by other means.

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Davey wasn’t the type to dance. Yes, he loved parties and he loved being in places that were full of loud music, alcohol, and people – dancing just wasn’t something he did often. He was all limbs and awkward movements, preferring to jump around and bang his head to whatever beat was happening. But there wasn’t enough room for that and with Walden dancing against him, Davey definitely didn’t want to dance around like an idiot. 

Especially when it seemed that he won’t be leaving this party alone and that sounded better than making a fool of himself. Davey’s smile didn’t fade, staying on his lips as he watched Walden, listening to his words. He had forgotten that he hadn’t even wished the birthday girl a happy birthday yet. “I’m willing if you are,” he started, looking up at the Ravenclaw with one raised eyebrow. “Which if you’re asking, I take it that you are.” A hand reached out for Walden’s as Davey began moving towards the portrait hole.

Walden smiled at the outstretched hand before taking it. His eyes looked around, carefully checking if someone else would be keeping a close eye on their interaction. Particularly Remus. “I am,” he answered once he was confident that no one was watching before taking the boy’s hand and allowing himself to be led out of the Gryffindor Common Room. As Walden pushed the painting open, revealing a passageway into the hallways of the castle, he whispered, “It’s just a matter of asking, your bed, my bed, or somewhere else entirely?”

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Walden hissed as Remus followed his orders and pressed his fingers inside him faster and deeper. The initial pain that he felt as Remus stretched him morphed into pleasure as he allowed himself to relax more and especially once Remus started curling his fingers to massage his prostate. Walden arched his back in response. While it was a welcome feeling, the Ravenclaw would still prefer a cock inside him any day. And with Remus’ penis rubbing on Walden’s skin, Walden was constantly being reminded of how close he can have the real deal. “Yes, fucking yes. I don’t care. Just spit on your prick if you have to.” It’ll hurt. For sure. But Walden didn’t care. He just wanted Remus to fuck him.

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He was very focused on his question of fiendfyre now that it had popped into his head. It was something destructive, just the level of chaos Brenton liked the idea of, and he was ready to start stretching himself with Dark magic. It was time. The thought flew from his mind with Walden’s lips on his and wandering hands. “Late to what?” he asked, even as the answer came back to him. Regulus caught the Snitch. The team would expect him at the party and he should be there for his dormmate at the very least but then again, it’s not like Emma would be giving him this tonight when she was going to be annoyed they didn’t manage an outright win. “Who cares if they mind?” Brenton leaned back in, chasing kisses familiar from years ago. “Better celebration here.”

“The party, you dolt,” Walden answered fondly, his lips still pressed onto the other boy’s mouth. Tempting the other boy to drop his responsibilities for a little fun had always been easy. Too easy even. That was one of the reasons why nothing has happened between them for a while. Pulling Brenton has lost its thrill and Walden moved on to different targets. Now, however, as Brenton filled out nicely, even growing a nice scruffy beard, their shared kisses and touches felt just as new as it felt nostalgic. “Yeah... fuck them.” Walden teased while his hands worked to undo the other boy’s pants. “Now about the new things you’ve learned...” Walden whispered to the other boy’s ear before going down on his knees.

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As if Remus heard Walden’s wishes, he pushed him down the desk. Walden shifted his arm that was draped over Remus’ shoulder to simply grab it. Underneath his palm, Remus’ skin felt uneven but Walden was too preoccupied to process what that exactly meant. His other hand moved to stroke on his own cock as it lost access to Remus’. He arched his torso and threw his head back as Remus dragged his nails over his torso. “Fuck,” he whispered. “More.” Walden wanted Remus to wound him, bruise him, and yet even with his anger, Remus’ attempts to inflict pain on the other boy still felt tame. 

Just as Remus began to press his fingers inside of him, Walden looked up to Remus and gasped. Both from the pressure he felt as Remus slipped in his thin fingers inside Walden and from the sight of the boy littered with scars. It wasn’t a sight he hadn’t seen on someone else before but he hadn’t expected Remus, of all people, to be that badly scarred. But this was no time for questions. Only sex. Soon, the sensation from his fingers took precedence. Walden closed his eyes and rested his head back down as he relaxed to allow Remus to push his fingers deeper. “Deeper,” he ordered. “Faster.”

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“You’ll have to find out for yourself if you want to know.” It might have sounded smooth or flirtatious if it wasn’t a hint that Brenton wasn’t sure what he might have learnt in the past couple of years. Definitely, he had slept around enough to improve from a teenager fumbling under the covers to someone who could move with a certain confidence and decisiveness but he acted on instinct, rather with calculated moves. 

“There’ll be a bash in Slytherin,” he said with a shrug, assuming more than knowing. Okay, they hadn’t won outright, but Regulus deserved something to honour that he managed to catch them a draw. “Firewhiskey. Fireworks…” There never had been fireworks in Slytherin common room that Brenton knew about but his mind was now run away thinking of grand celebrations on a bigger scale than a House Quidditch team not-quite-losing. “Ever notice that all the best things to celebrate with start with fire? How does fiendfyre work?”

Walden was sure that wasn’t just some pick-up line. Knowing Brenton’s propensity for over-confidence, Walden could easily just guess that it was a pure bluff. Still, the older boy can’t say that he wasn’t charmed or tempted by the challenge. He bit his lip as he considered what to do next. They were in an empty classroom after all. And they had no immediate obligations right after. Walden only listened to the other boy with one ear as he rambled something about a bash and fires as he stared at Brenton’s lips. Ignoring his question, Walden grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. “Shut up,” he managed to say before their lips crashed together. It wasn’t even long until his hand cupped the other boy’s crotch, feeling him up. Walden broke away for a second to whisper, “They wouldn’t mind if you’re a little late, would they?” 

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While Severus ran to the nearest cubicle, Walden walked towards the sink to wash his hands. The blood on his fingers was mostly gone now. Most of it was probably transferred to Severus’ hair but the tiny specs that remained stuck to his palms were washed away by the water before slipping down the drain. When he finished, he let the water running to help drown out the retching. Hands clutching on the opposite sides of the sink, Walden looked at his naked self in the mirror with dark eyes. That was a gratifying session if he might say so himself. It was satisfying for him, at least. 

With a deep exhale, Walden removed himself from the sink and looked for his clothes on the floor. By the time Severus had flushed the toilet, Walden was already fully dressed, albeit quite disheveled. “Mhmmm...” Walden hummed in reply. After finishing, there was really no point for him to continue. He picked up the silver dagger and its sheath on the cold bathroom floor and slowly walked towards the cubicle. He knelt down towards the Slytherin, trying to ignore the stench emanating from the toilet, and brought the tip of the dagger to the side of the other boy’s neck. 

Say what you want about how pathetic Severus is. There was a certain tenacity in the boy. And for that alone, Walden still somewhat respected him. He pressed the tip of the dagger unto his skin, creating a tiny puncture that oozed blood, before releasing the dagger. A parting gift, if you will. Walden then stood up, covered his dagger, and charmed it back into its small size so that he can hook it back to his necklace.”We’ll see,“ was all he said before running his fingers through his hair to fix them and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Severus to clean up on his own.

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Walden grunted as Remus briefly lifted him before slamming him back down on the desk again. He loved a man who could manhandle him. As they broke their kiss, Walden was about to venture his lips downward, to trace Remus’ neck down to his shoulders, when Remus slipped in both his pointer and middle finger inside Walden’s mouth. Knowing what was going to happen next, Walden coated his fingers with saliva, toying them with his tongue and applying suction as well. All while his wide eyes stared at the Gryffindor hungrily.

A wave of pleasure hinted to wash over Walden’s body as he felt the other boy’s wet finger press against his hole. However, their position wasn’t the most ideal nor the most comfortable. With a hand squeezing his arse, Walden tried to lean on one side, putting all his weight on one arsecheek to give Remus more access. His hand released his own cock while the other continued to stroke Remus’. He draped his now free arm over the other boy’s shoulder for further support. He wanted his hole entered but Walden was afraid that he might be too tense to let the other boy in. What he really wanted to happen was for Remus to push him down on the table, allowing Walden to relax but the Ravenclaw hated doing all the work. Sooner or later, the other boy will realize that he’ll have to maneuver Walden if Remus really wanted to fuck him. 

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Walden threw his head back and moaned. Fuck. Now we’re talking. The Ravenclaw was using both of his hands now, placed on the crown of Severus’ head to keep pushing him in. His mouth was warm and wet which just encouraged him to fuck his face faster and harder. Severus’ choking sounds just sent him to bliss while Walden’s own grunts interjecting now and then. 

All caution was thrown out the window as Walden neared orgasm. He didn’t care if he was bruising Severus lips or if the other boy’s nails started to cut his skin. The only thing that mattered was his pleasure and his alone. With one final hard thrust, Walden came in Severus’ mouth without warning. “Shite...” Walden kept his hold on Sev’s head until he was sure that he has released his last drop of spunk. When he was done, he moved his right hand to grab Sev by his chin and to force his mouth open. Walden crouched down to take a closer look. He wanted to see his own spunk in the other’s boy’s mouth before Walden hacked up some saliva and spat in Severus’ mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered.