give me a real gentle knife

yaxley. 30. they/them. unspeakable. if you call me corban or disregard my pronouns, that will be the last thing you ever do.

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implacablealecto:

It was probable that the volume of her moans was waking up the entire house. Not that she really minded. There was really no one there but their old senile father and the house elves and Alecto wasn’t bothered by them listening to them. In all honesty, she wasn’t bothered by anyone listening to them. After all these years, so many beds she had visited, so many lovers, she could safely say she had never felt this kind of pleasure before. She wasn’t completely sure why it was; maybe because she wanted them so much she didn’t have the words to explain, or maybe because of all the emotions that made her heart beat faster as she looked into their eyes and physically saw their passion, how much they cared for her. They didn’t need to make any promises, to tell her once again that they would be there to protect her, that they wanted a deeper connection with her; that they accepted her for who she was - she knew. Even if they tried to hide it, to repress it, she saw every single thing they felt about her; and that only made her want to respond in kind. 

Alecto had no doubt things had changed between them. They had already, that day back in their office; but their relationship had escalated now. Before now, they had tried to hide their feelings, to repress them. They had looked for comfort in alcohol, work, the arms of other people; but it had been for nothing. They wouldn’t be able to turn back from this now, not after what was happening tonight; after they had showed her their deepest insecurities and she had promised to be theirs. The arrangement had changed for good, and surprisingly enough, Alecto was discovering she didn’t mind that it had. Not if changing their initial deal meant she was going to feel like this every time they were together. It wasn’t about the sex and the pleasure any longer, it was about the fact that they were slowly but surely becoming her home, somewhere to belong to; wherever they were. It was something she had never had. There was her brother, obviously, her other half; but Amycus had been always drowned by their parents’ expectations, trying to conform them. Yaxley wasn’t like that. They didn’t care about anyone’s expectations but their own. 

“I want to come for you, yes.” As their thrusts became harder and deeper, her moans turned louder. Her nails dug into their back, leaving red marks on their pale skin. “And I want you to come inside me at the same time. I want us to do it together.”, she whispered against their lips before kissing them passionately, messy, sharing the taste of sweat and sex. She knew for sure she wasn’t going to last much longer, and she realised she was right when they sneaked a hand between her legs; creating a perfect sensation of pleasure as they moved in and out of her, putting pressure on all the right spots. A minute later, she was practically screaming their name, her sounds partially swallowed by their lips that she hadn’t stopped kissing. She clang onto their neck desperately, letting the waves of her orgasm wash away. “Corban- tell me you’re mine.”, she whispered, pressing a kiss to their earlobe. “Tell me you won’t leave.”

They weren’t used to feeling so wholly vulnerable, allowing themself to show someone all of themself, even the parts that the considered weaknesses. Even less than that, they weren’t used to having all of that so easily accepted. It was hard to say what it was with Alecto that made all of this possible, but part of them thought that it had to be that they both had such intense masks. Both of them were only what people wanted to see of them, hiding away any vulnerabilities and so-called weaknesses behind what people expected from them. But with each other they didn’t have to hide. It had been an accidental realization, the way they had spoken to each other in their office, the way they had spoken of their doubts and fears, their feelings on things bigger than themselves, things they never would’ve spoken of with anyone before. The acceptance of parts of each other no one else saw, both physically and emotionally. It went deeper than anything they could have expected, and they were glad to have found that with the woman they were going to marry. Nothing would ever compare to this again, they knew, the pleasure, the intimacy, and intensity, and they had no desire to try to find it with anyone else but her.

Everything was different now, and as terrifying of a thought as that was, they were ready to accept it, to embrace the feeling. Being able to show her their hands, to see her reaction to their weakness, her acceptance, her love for the scars––because that was what it had felt like to them––it made them want to give her the chance for all of that too. Whatever she felt no one else could accept, whatever she thought might scare someone else away, they were ready to accept it with open arms, to show her that it was beautiful, as beautiful as the rest of her, mind, body, and soul. It was an amazing feeling, to have desire for the physical, mix so intensely with desire for the emotional. They wanted every part of her, just as she had proved she wanted with them. And being together like this, arms wrapped tightly, moving inside her, feeling both of their pleasure build past anything they had felt before, that was just a confirmation of all of it. Whatever was going to come after this night, there was no more hiding from it, no more running. They were together, and Yaxley was ready to face everything that came with that, if it meant they could both feel this over and over again.

As if they needed any more encouragement to be pushed over the edge, the combination of truly feeling her for the first time, emotions running rampant, and the desire they always had for her mixing into something nearly terrifying, her words gave them all the permission they needed to finish. They leaned into her kiss, messy and deep, humming against her lips in affirmation. Only a moment later, as their thrusts hit deeper and deeper, bare fingers moving against her sensitive spot in time, they felt her tighten around them, and they were finished. They came intensely with a loud moan, mixing with the sounds of her screaming their name between kisses. Both of them moved together, the feeling of her warmth contracting around them drawing every last bit of their orgasm from them as they kept thrusting into her in time. Her words sent a shiver of pleasure through their body, and it was easy to respond with the truth, as their movements slowed slightly. “I won’t leave you, Alecto. I’m yours. Now and always, I’m yours,” they muttered, looking down at her with an intensity in their eyes. They wanted her to know they meant it, as terrifying it was to say out loud, it was the truth. They were each other’s, and that was all that mattered.

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implacablealecto:

There was something so undeniably attractive about being together like this, all in the open, basically without any secrets between them. It was something Alecto had never had before, and now that she did, she didn’t think she wanted to go back to the way things were. She had already come to terms with the fact that she didn’t want anyone else but Yaxley, as odd as that sounded, and this was exactly the reason. She didn’t believe she could have something like this with someone else. She wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about them, about their whole arrangement and everything that had happened after that, that had allowed her to be free. It was quite ironic thinking about it, that the one person that had fought so hard to control her and tame had been the same to give her freedom like she never had felt before. That was how things were now, though. Both of them willing to give this a try, to be completely open with each other and to accept the other exactly as they were, with all the demons and weaknesses. It was true that Yaxley hadn’t seen the extent of her darkness yet, but she wasn’t scared about that any longer. She was almost sure they were going to welcome it gladly. Hope was a strange look on Alecto Carrow, but she didn’t really seem to mind it when Corban Yaxley was involved. 

“Yes-”, she breathed out as their hand tightened around her neck, her hip jerking forward practically begging for them to push inside of her. Fortunately they didn’t make her wait to long and finally gave a strong thrust that managed to hit a especially soft spot. For a second she thought she was going to come again, right there and then. It wasn’t that strange. Yaxley’s first thrusts inside of her during sex were almost as delicious as the ones that finally made her come undone. However, it looked like they weren’t going to let her get what she wanted without some teasing, as they stayed still for a long moment. She whined softly, moving her hips again, desperately looking for some friction that she wasn’t able to find. Nonetheless, she couldn’t really complain. There was something about being like this, just enjoying the feeling of them inside of her, that was only making her more and more aroused by the second. Her eyes fixated on theirs for a second, and one of her hands went to their cheeks instinctively, fingers brushing their cheekbone softly. It was a way too tender gesture, especially considering the situation they were in, but somehow it felt right. 

Then their lips finally covered hers, and they started moving, wildly, passionately, hungrily, as if they wanted absolutely all of her for themself. They had it. In that moment she would have done anything they had asked of her as long as they allowed her to keep feeling like this. She started moving with them, following their pace, her legs wrapping immediately around their body for them to reach deeper with their rough and savage movements. Their hand tangled in her hair provoked a high pitched moan to escape her throat. “I need you, too. So bad.”, she replied, her voice shaky, out of breath, turning into loud moans as they quickened their pace. “Yes, I’m your girl Corban. Fuck me just like that. Please don’t stop.”

They had never considered the possibility that fucking someone could be so intimate, but here they were, feeling more for her now in this moment than they ever had for anyone else, especially during a shag. Hell, they’d never expected this with her, of all people, but that seemed like it was the core of their relationship. The ability to surprise each other with more than they were ever expecting to have a chance of in their lives. It was strange to think that a business deal in the form of a marriage arrangement had turned into the realest thing they had ever experienced with another human being. Now that they were sharing so much, Yaxley also realized that they didn’t think it was possible to have this with anyone but her, which was an odd realization, as if the strange circumstances that had brought them together had been fortuitous, leading to this all along.

Nothing was quite as blissful and entering her, pushing their length inside of her warmth finally, feeling her surround them, fitting together more perfectly than anyone had a right to. The little whine she let out when they stayed still made them smirk down at her, strongly tempted to tease her longer. But their body needed her too badly, and every emotion that they had shared in showing her their hands, seeing her response, made the desire magnified by tenfold. There was plenty of time to tease, but now was not that time, now they both wanted each other too desperately to wait. They wondered vaguely if this was going to be how it was now, the intimacy of it all, emotions mixed in with the desire, making everything that much more intense between them. Oddly enough, they found themself hoping that it would be. It was funny, to find themself wanting things they could never have imagined they would need before. Sex was about control to them, and controlling a release. It wasn’t about emotions or intimacy. Yet here they were, feeling all of that with Alecto, and hoping that this was exactly what it would be like with them from now on, already planning to do everything they could to make certain of it.

Her legs wrapped around their body, giving them access to all of her, their thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, the pleasure building the more they both moved together. The noise she let out as their hand tangled in her soft hair was so delicious they couldn’t help but let out a low groan in response. Her words were just as beautiful, even more so because they knew that she meant all that she said. They both needed each other, and it was freeing in a way to admit it, to admit that whatever they had accidentally found in each other was now something that they both needed, that the intimacy of it was necessary, that nothing would ever quite compare from this day onward. That much was obvious just from the way hearing her say their name made them feel, sending a shiver of pleasure down their spine, just as much as finally feeling her skin with their bare hands. Funny how she had someone turned two of their weaknesses into something they wanted to have from her. They showed no signs of slowing down, their thrusts verging on frantic, the friction so pleasurably they could hardly think. “I want you to come for me, Alecto. I want to feel you come on my cock,” they muttered in her ear, voice low and husky, as they snaked a hand between their bodies between her legs, touching her even as they continued to move in and out of her.

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implacablealecto:

When it came to sex, Alecto liked control. Sometimes she could pretend otherwise, when the situation required to. Many people she had slept with liked the idea of her being submissive, an act of the innocent girl begging to be fucked. Whenever that happened, she complied, knowing that the second the facade was over - she was going back to be in command of the situation. It had been pretty much the same with Yaxley from the start. They were the ones to act rough, to put their hand around her neck and pin her against the wall, tearing up her underwear and sometimes her dress and pushing inside her, harder and harder, until all she could hear were her screams of pleasure and their moans against her skin. However, she was the one who decided when and how she wanted to be fucked. She was the one to tease them mercilessly until they broke when she wanted to; or simply reject them when she didn’t. They were the bark, but she was the bite. This dynamic wasn’t random. Since the beginning Alecto had thought that the only way of not losing herself to Yaxley was having complete domain when it came to sex. It had been her way not to let them have what they wanted from her; to completely tame her and have her wrapped around their finger. 

It was ironic that using sex as the weapon under her sleeve was partly what had brought them here. For the first time since their engagement had begun, she didn’t want control. She didn’t want to decide what was going to happen, how was going to happen, and when it was going to end. She wanted them to do anything they wanted with her, she wanted them to make her come again, and for them to come themself; and after that they could keep going, as many hours as they wished to until they could fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up in the morning to start all over again. Letting go like that was a terrifying sensation, but also an exciting one - it made her feel free. The words make love crossed her mind. It was an expression she had never believed in, not even for a little bit. Sex had nothing to do with love, sex was an impulse, a moment of pure desire; it was about instinct, not about emotions. Yet, she couldn’t help but think that emotions had everything to do with this, with the way she had tightened and pulsed so intensely around their fingers, moaning their name. 

“Good. Remember that. Every time you’re at work doing anything else with your gloves on, remember how I feel against your fingers. How wet you make me. And feel proud of it.” Her entire body shook when their teeth grazed at her neck, and she tilted her head back to give them better access to the sensitive skin. Alecto knew they were going to give her what she so desperately wanted soon, mainly because she was certain they wanted it as badly - but these moments of delay were excruciating; so deliciously painful. As their hand found her neck, she looked at them back in the eye. “Harder.”, she whispered, teeth catching her bottom lip at the pressure they were making. Their hardness against her damp entrance made her whimper in protest; so close, and yet not near where she needed it to be. “Please baby, do that. Fuck me senseless and show me why I’m yours. Show me why I won’t be able to think of anything else but your lips, and your hands, and your cock. I need you. Now.”

They were certain that they would never be able to think about anything else now when they put their gloves on again after being with her. She had told them to think of how she felt against their fingers, how wet they were able to make her with their scarred, sensitive hands, and they knew that they would never stop thinking about that. For the first time since their mother had scarred their hands, they thought that perhaps there might come a time when they wouldn’t need to wear their gloves any longer. It was a shocking thought, one they had never expected to have, yet alone because of Alecto’s reaction to their fingers. Yet here they were. The way she had looked at their hands, the way she touched them, kissed them, the way she kept telling them they made her feel, it made it almost possible to believe that they weren’t such a weakness after all. It made them want to keep their gloves off around her, it made them feel like it might be possible to one day soon go out in public without their gloves, if only they could hold her hand while they did so. It was strange to realize, but at this point not a surprise, just how much all of that meant to them, just how terrified they had been that this might be the thing that made her want to run and hide from them. But here she was, still by their side, and perhaps even stronger than before. There were words for what they were feeling, but they couldn’t let themself think that just now, not when they had more pressing issues at hand.

Everything she said was designed to make them want her even more, need her, and they had no intention to do anything but exactly as she asked in that moment. Their hand tightened around her neck, savoring the feeling of her skin pressed against hers, and as they did so, they finally gave a rather savage thrust, accompanied by a loud moan that sounded a lot like her name. It was always something astounding to feel her warmth surrounding them, sex with Alecto was, of course, always brilliant, but this was much more than that. They realized somewhere in the back of their mind that all of the emotions that they were both feeling, the fact that they had shown her their hands, and she had accepted their imperfections so willingly, the trust they were showing each other, that was all making this so much more than it had been before. Yes, that night they had shared had been something close to this, but it still somehow wasn’t quite on the same level, and now they were certain they never wanted to go back to anything else. They just needed her and this feeling of closeness, this feeling of understanding.

They were going to do exactly what she asked, they were going to show her exactly why she was theirs and no one else’s, and why they were hers. They stayed in place for a long moment once they had entered her, fingers tight around her neck, just looking down at her, eyes locked on hers, as if all of the things they couldn’t put into words could be said with a simple look. And then something snapped, and they leaned down, covering her with their heat, kissing her deeply and messily as they started moving in and out of her with fast but deep strokes. Their fingers loosened slightly on her neck, fingers moving back and forth over the soft skin, fascinated by the feeling of her perfection against their imperfections. Their hand travelled up to her hair next, tangling in her hair, memorized by the softness, something they could hardly even remember feeling before. It was as if their senses were being reawakened now that they were able to truly feeling her, all of her, under their fingertips, and the feeling was driving them wild. Their trusts picked up speed, hard and rough, with no mercy in sight. “You feel so beautiful. Can you tell? How much I need you? How much I need my girl?” they nearly moaned in her ear, as they kept moving.

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implacablealecto:

Alecto had never thought she was going to have the desire to give herself whole to someone. She always showed something, but parts of her were hidden away. She was like a perfect actress, knowing what to say, how to act, which mask to show. It was only when her anger took the best of her that she cracked and let people take a peek, really look at the monster that she was in the eye. And yet, no one seemed to recognise it. No one before Yaxley had bothered to pay attention to the woman behind the sharp tongues, the voluptuous silhouette, and the murderous ways. They had, though. First, because they wanted to control her. It was clear at the beginning that she was nothing to them but an untamed beast, a challenge, a rebel horse for them to break and submit at will. They wanted her to be theirs, because she was the only thing they couldn’t control. Now, however, things were different. They had promised her they didn’t want to make her obey, that they wanted a companion, someone they could trust in, and protect - and that was going to do the same in return. They had also promised they were going to prove that to her, that marrying them was the best option for them both. She hadn’t believed them at first, as it was her nature. She had doubted and tried really hard to ruin the engagement. She knew now they had been right. 

Perhaps Alecto hadn’t thought of the meaning of the words she had said, of how true it was that she wanted to be no one’s but theirs; but the thing was that she didn’t have to think about it. It was how she felt, as insane as it might have been. When they had told her that as long as she wasn’t ready to stop wanting other people, they weren’t going to do the same she had taken it as a challenge. Her mission had been to break them, to make them beg that she wouldn’t be with anyone else, to make them promise time and again that they were only going to touch her. She had never planned on sacrificing her freedom. She was realising - as they kept kissing, desperately, devouring each other; as their fingers moved in and out of her coaxing moans of pleasure from her, louder and louder - that belonging to Yaxley didn’t mean giving up her freedom, it meant sharing it. She wanted it, she wanted them and no one else. She didn’t need someone else when she could have this feeling, this fulfilment every time they were together. 

Their dutiful fingers quickened the pace and the way their body moved against her, as desperate for her touch as she was, was almost too much to handle. As they moved against each other, looking for more friction, their moans mixed in the air, swallowed by each other’s kissed - she placed her own hand between their legs, moving up and down their length, following their pace. It didn’t last long though, because before she knew it she felt that familiar explosion inside of her, her knees shaking and a way too loud moan escaping her throat. Her hips jerked forward a couple times as the waves of her intense orgasm washed away. It took her a couple of seconds to recover herself, and when she did she took their hand once more and guided it to her mouth, licking their exposed scarred fingers one by one, tasting herself in the process. “Corban, listen to me.”, she whispered, voice a purr, but still breathy afer what had happened. “I don’t want you to ever be ashamed of your hands. Never again. They’re beautiful, and I don’t care what anyone says - nothing that can make me come like that can be a weakness.” Alecto leaned in, kissing them deeply, but with a strange softness in it. “From now on you will take off those gloves every time you are with me. When you touch me, you will really touch me. And when you fuck me, I want to feel your real fingertips on my skin. Am I being clear?”

It was funny the way things had changed between them so quickly. Here they were, both promising themselves to each other, and only each other, sharing things that they didn’t give to anyone else. They had both gotten what they had set out to have when they had agreed to this arrangement, but in vastly different ways than they had tried. And somehow this was infinitely better than anything that they could have imagined when they first agreed to marry Alecto, to take the wild woman into their care, and make her theirs. This was not what they had been expecting when they had said they wanted to have her. Now, though, they were infinitely glad that this was how things had turned out, that somehow they had both seen in each other things that no one else could. And that honesty, that trust that no one else had ever given them, that they had never wanted to give anyone else, meant more than they could say. But they knew Alecto understood, they could tell by her reaction to their hands just how much she truly cared, and they felt the same for her.

Her hand found their arousal and started moving in time with their own movements, and they were shocked that they were able to hold back in that moment, given the intense pleasure coursing through their body. It only took a few more seconds before she was tightening around their fingers, a loud moan leaving her lips, her hips jerking forward against their hand, and they rode out her orgasm, hand moving with her. It was so beautifully intense that they nearly came as well, just knowing that their fingers, their bare fingers, were what had brought her that pleasure, feelings her tighten around their sensitive skin. Before they had a chance to do anything, though, she took their hand and brought it to her mouth, slowly taking each and every finger in her mouth, sucking them clean of her wetness, making them moan in the process from the sensation of her tongue teasing their scarred skin. And her voice, low and heavy with pleasure, a purr in their ear, only increased their desire. In that moment it was impossible not to agree with her, impossible to feel that their hands were a weakness when they were capable of giving her such pleasure. Again they couldn’t bring themself to reply at first, afraid their voice might betray their emotions. Instead, they responded to her kiss in kind, putting into it the feelings that they couldn’t put into words. 

When she pulled back again, they couldn’t help a little smirk, at the commands of her words, they couldn’t even dream of doing anything other than exactly what she was asking. “Yes, you’re perfectly clear. How could I even think about touching you with my gloves on after knowing how you feel under my fingertips, what you feel like inside?” Yaxley murmured, leaning forward to kiss her again, this time trailing down her jaw, to her neck, which they bit slightly, a little playfully. The intense emotions they were feeling were freeing in a strange way. Knowing that Alecto not only accepted their imperfections, but thought they were beautiful meant more than they could say; it made them feel lighter, comfortable in a way they rarely did. They pulled back again so that they could look her in the eye, as their hand went her neck, gentle pressure, testing what it felt like without their gloves on. They had promised to show her that they were hers, that she was theirs, and they intended to do just that. “And now, I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. You won’t be able to think of anything but the way my name tastes on your tongue, the way my fingers feel against your body, the way my cock feels inside of you,” they said as they looked at her, moving their hips slightly so that their hardness slide over her wetness, teasing.

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implacablealecto:

Perhaps at first Alecto hadn’t fully understood the meaning behind the words she had just said. They had just escaped, come out of her mouth as an impulse. That was what she did, who she was; brutal, intense, with no filter whatsoever. She preferred it that way, especially now, when she needed Yaxley to believe she was being sincere. Why did she want their trust so desperately? She had no idea. However, she had learned to stop questioning this - everything that was happening between them, everything she was feeling. She had tried so hard to repress it, to forget about it and continue as if nothing had transpired. She had failed, and these were the consequences. More feelings, even more trust; maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It couldn’t be, if it made her feel like that. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore. Yes, of course that was an important part, and Yaxley knew exactly what to do to make her scream like no other person had. This was much more, though; and they had sealed that deal the second they had decided to finally share their secret, to show her their hands and open themself up completely to her. It was a kind of honesty she appreciated more than anything. 

That decision had practically made up her mind for her. Alecto was going to follo this through, wherever it took them. Maybe it was a door that shouldn’t have been opened; maybe these sensations were going to do nothing but help them destroy each other, drag them down to a pit of chaos and darkness from which they would never be able to get away. Or perhaps there was something else waiting for them now that they had decided to stop pretending. Happiness, joy, things neither of them had thought they deserved. Things that they had never talked about, because they had never imagined in a million years that could be achieved by just being around each other, showing every little bit of the other, both light and shadows. That was what this meant. It was beyond fucking each other, beyond the fact that their fingers felt heavenly inside of her, better that they had ever felt before. She had never minded the leather too much, but now that she was having a taste of this, she knew she wouldn’t want it to be different ever again. 

“And I don’t want to share this with anyone else either. Only you, for as long as we’re together.”, she breathed, her body shifting with pleasure underneath theirs. Her back arched and her hips jerked forward as she bit down her bottom lip so hard that she was surely going to leave a mark there. A high pitched moan escaped her once their fingers finally pushed inside of her. They didn’t bother in slowing down, and she was grateful for that. Neither of them had the time for that kind of foreplay. She needed her release, and she needed it desperately. “Fuck - and your fingers feel so good.” Her words were interrupted by soft brief moans. “Please, Corban, harder. Fuck me with those hands. I want to come for you, I need to come before you can be inside me.” A loud whimper followed as they kept working between her legs, hitting all the right spots, making her nails dig into the skin of their back. She leaned in, lips and teeth devouring their neck; body grinding against their arousal, teasing, giving them just a preview of what was going to happen once their fingers finished the job. 

They let out a low groan at her words, at her assurance that she didn’t want this with anyone else, that she just wanted them for as long as they were together. It was strange, that now those words carried even more meaning behind them than they could have imagined before, but they did. It was the thing that they had asked from her from the beginning, they had made it clear that until she was only theirs, they couldn’t be only hers, but then it had been about control, about finding a way to make her totally theirs, with no thought for any sort of feelings they had for each other. They had wanted a wife who would be theirs, someone who would keep their interest, but still be theirs. It was something they had convinced themself that they would be able to get from Alecto, despite the opinions of those around them. Still, when they had made it clear that they weren’t going to give up on her, they hadn’t realized at all that this was how things were going to go. How could they have foreseen the connection they were sharing now, the mutual and very real feelings that they quite obviously had for each other? They were both giving each other what the other had asked for weeks ago, but on completely different terms now. These terms were not based on jealousy and the need for control. No, these were based on honesty and a real connection between them. It was stronger than anything they could’ve guessed they would get from a marriage, yet alone one with Alecto Carrow.

That just made it all the more attractive, in a strange way. Now perhaps they understood why people stayed with one person their entire life, because as they saw it, they had no desire to have anyone else, when they could have this with Alecto for as long as they were together. Why would they need anything else, when nothing could compare to this? There was no one else who would accept them at their core, with their vulnerability, the way she was now, and there was no one that they wanted to share any of that with but her. It was a strange thought, but one that was infinitely attractive, especially considering that it was opening up a whole world of possibilities for their future together. Strangely enough, now Yaxley could see them as something infinitely more powerful together, because there was nothing that could feel stronger than this bond. More importantly, it had them thinking that maybe there was the possibility of happiness in both of their futures together. Something besides the pain they had both felt, if they kept this honesty up. And this was just the beginning. They were already certain they would do everything in their power to keep this going, no matter what worked against them.

Her moans were blissful, and the feeling of her wetness around their fingers was something that they couldn’t have imagined. It was a feeling they never wanted to lose, something they wanted over and over again for as long as they could have it. They realized that after this moment, never again would they want to touch Alecto through the leather of their gloves. They always wanted to feel her skin with their own fingertips, touch her with their scarred hands. As she begged them to go faster, they happily obliged, fingers moving in and out of her with increasing speed and pressure, trying to propel her towards that sweet release. The feeling, combined with the way she said their name, the way she clung onto them, was enough to make their own arousal almost painfully pleasurable, pulsing with the need of her. Her fingernails raked against their back and her teeth moved along their neck, most likely leaving marks, as they kept moving. As her body ground up against their hardness, giving them a preview of what was to come next, they couldn’t help but move against her, as desperate for that friction as they were for her to come around their fingers, to show them that their scarred, sensitive hands could be more than just a weakness. “Come for me, Alecto. Come. I need to know what you feel like around my fingers,” they practically moaned, their other other hand moving eagerly over her body, taking in every inch, memorizing the feeling.

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implacablealecto:

The impact of her reaction was clear on their face, and once again she felt like bursting into tears. She didn’t exactly know why this whole situation went so deep, affected her so much, but it did. She didn’t even know what had happened to make their hands look like that, who had been responsible for those terrible scars, for such damage tracing their skin; however there was one thing she was sure of - if by some miracle that person was still alive, she was going to make certain they weren’t anymore. She was going to kill them herself just for daring to hurt them like that. Yaxley was hers now, as much as she was theirs, and it wasn’t a surprise to realise she wanted to protect them now, to have their back, especially if they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. Perhaps this was also part of this new agreement they had established - honesty, vulnerability, and protection. Alecto had never imagined she was going to feel anything like that for any husband, let alone Corban, but she now found that she wanted this, the emotions, everything, she wanted them; much more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone else in her entire life. 

Moans of her own mirrored theirs as she guided their fingertips down her naked body. It was so intense to feel that scarred tissue exploring every inch of her that she thought she could probably come right there and then. They might have seen their hands as a weakness, as ugly, a monstrosity - but she hadn’t been lying before, she saw them as beautiful, as the most powerful imperfection they had, and they only made them all more deliciously attractive to her. What if they had the hands of a monster? She had her own demons too, she had the tongue of a devil, no remorse, voices inside her head that wouldn’t shut up at night - she was consumed by darkness as well; and her place was next to them, whether she wanted it or not. When they kissed her, she responded immediately, hungrily devouring their lips as if her life depended on it. She barely realised that they were picking her up and flipping their positions, not bothered at all by the change. As quickly as she could she helped them get rid of the rest of their clothes that were just in the way right now. She stood by her words - she didn’t want them inside her just yet, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to soon enough, right after they had worked their fingers inside her. 

“It’s all because of you.”, she replied, breathing heavily against them. “You make me so wet, I can’t help it.” Her words were as naughty as always, but there was a softness in her tone that hadn’t been there before, and it showed in every kiss she gave them as she whispered what she had to say. As their hand finally reached the place between her legs she moaned loudly, her hips immediately jerking up, begging for them to keep going. “Touch me, please, Corban. I want to feel you, I need to feel your fingers inside me and I need you to make me come. I want to come for you.” A short moan followed. “And then you’re going to fuck me hard, like you’ve never fucked anyone in your entire life.” Alecto leaned in to kiss them again, only this time it was rough, savage, her teeth pulling from their bottom lip. “You’re going to prove to me that you’re mine, and you’re going to remember that I’m going to be your wife, and that I’m yours. I’m entirely yours.”

They cursed under their breathe at her words, still not sure their own voice was strong enough to properly convey just how much her reactions meant to them. It was a strange thing, to find that what they considered a weakness, a grand imperfection was so easily accepted by her. More than that, though, it was desirable to her, their hands seen as something to give her pleasure, not something to hide away in shame. It was a powerful feeling, something that they weren’t used to at all. Her view of them meant something, it meant more than they had the words to say, and it was a thought that should have been terrifying, but was instead comforting. They hoped that they could give that same feeling to her, as well, sooner rather than later. But for now, they were still so overtaken by the multitude of sensations they were experiencing, finally touching her with their bare hands, her words overwhelming them in the best way possible. Everything she asked for, they would give her gladly. All of that and more for what she’d already given them.

Her words were absolutely filthy, but there was a tenderness behind each of them, just as there was a tenderness in her kisses, despite how passionate and deep they were. This meant just as much to her as it did to them. That thought was one that could have shaken their whole world if they had been in any state to think about it seriously at the moment. Not only had they just shared something so utterly private, so vulnerable with her, something they didn’t share with anyone else, but she understood the seriousness of the gesture, and she was treating it as such. The meaning they prescribed it was something that she clearly felt as well. And it made their connection that much deeper. The night they had already shared, the words, the gentle touches, those had been a sign that they were headed down a path neither of them had anticipated, but this was just sealing their fate. There was no coming back from this, and her words echoed that thought. She was theirs and they were hers, and they found themself so infinitely pleased with that thought, that they hardly knew what to do but deepen their kiss, tongue pressing forward to taste her.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” they breathed, pulling back slightly, looking down at her through heavily lidded eyes. “I don’t want to share this with anyone else but you. And I’ll gladly prove it.” Before either of them had a chance to do anything else, they pressed two fingers inside of her, slipping in easily due to her wetness, letting out a low groan of pleasure against her lips as they did so, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding their fingers. “You feel even better than I could have imagined,” Yaxley muttered, before bringing their lips to hers again to kiss her deeply. As they did so, they started moving their fingers inside of her, not even bothering to start off slow considering how turned on they both seemed to be already. They needed to make her come, needed to feel her tighten around their fingers, to know what they had been missing for so long. And then they wanted to do just what she had said, to fuck her harder than they ever had anyone else before, to memorize every inch of her body with their fingertips as they did so. They needed to show her that they meant what they said when they told her they were hers.

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implacablealecto:

The second they muttered those words against her lips, Alecto knew that the party was long left and forgotten. She had spent her entire life trying to be someone, trying to prove her parents that she didn’t need to be whatever they wanted - or whatever they thought she couldn’t be - to be powerful. Escalating the ranks of the Dark Lord had been one of her ways to do it. She should be proud now that she was considered who she was, that a ton of people feared her, didn’t even dare to look her into the eye. She was one of Bellatrix’s confidants, one of the people the witch trusted the most - if Bellatrix Lestrange really trusted someone, which was up for debate. And yet, there she was, leaving the party, the plans, all the secret meetings Rodolphus had planned and that she needed to be involved in just because she wanted Yaxley so much she couldn’t wait a second to have them. 

Did she regret it? Not at all. She needed this. She needed them to show her everything they had promised, and to do the same. The true intimacy she was so afraid of barely moments ago had now become an urgent craving, something she didn’t know she would be able to be a second more without. It wasn’t only about their hands, and how badly she wanted them to touch her without those leather gloves - it was about honesty, about exploring every inch of them without any restraints. It was the only truth Alecto was ever going to accept. If they wanted to give her everything, that was exactly what she wanted and nothing less. In exchange, she was going to give them the same. Perhaps she had nothing to hide under leather; her physique flawless as it was, but there was darkness inside her that had been covered by years and years of lipstick, heels, sex and mischievous smirks; demons that only came out when she was at her weakest, and that she didn’t dare to show anyone but her brother. If Yaxley wanted those, if they wanted her whole as much as they insisted, then that was what they were going to have. 

It didn’t take long for her to recognise where they were, and she wasted no time when their lips covered hers again. The kiss was hungry, passionate, even aggressive. Every now and then she let out a small moan inside their mouth, her desperation growing stronger by the second. Her dress and her underwear were easily discarded, her now exposed breasts pressing against them, her body shifting as she looked for that physical contact she needed so much. One of her hands went want to their arousal and started moving once more, just like it had before. The other started unbuttoning their shirt that was also easily eliminated from the picture. She was all but ready to tumble with them into their bed once things stopped. At first Alecto didn’t quite understand what was happening, but then they talked, and everything became clear. 

She didn’t say a word, only nodded softly to show them she had understood what they were asking of her. Then slowly, as gently as she was able to, she took off their gloves. Her spotless, porcelain like hands made contact with the scarred tissue and the blackened tips - and she was suddenly filled with an immense sensation of sadness. She blinked a couple times, exploring their palms with her fingertips, and still keeping quiet she guided them to the bed. Once they were sitting, she straddled their lap - her movements calm, seductive. She took their hands once more and placed both of them on either side of her face, leaning into them, kissing their palms softly. “They’re beautiful. As beautiful as you are. Whoever did this to you wanted to leave a mark to undermine you. They didn’t know this makes you even more powerful.” She leaned in and whispered, her lips hovering theirs. Her own fingers over theirs still, she moved them down to her naked breasts, and she lingered there for a moment, closing her eyes and humming in pleasure. Then she went further down to her ribcage, and her stomach, and finally right between her legs. “You’re going to touch me now. And you’re going to make me come, just with your fingers. I want to feel them inside me, I don’t want anything else just yet. You’re going to touch my whole body and you’re going to memorise it - and every time you put on those gloves you’re going to think of me, of how you could be touching me instead, of how I always want you to fuck me like this from now on.”

No moment had felt quiet so long in their life before this. It felt almost as if they were watching from the outside as Alecto took their hands in her own, and took their gloves off very slowly. They couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath as her pristine hands came into contact with their deeply scarred ones, the contact shocking after so long since touching anyone else with their bare hands. Their skin was sensitive, no longer painful, at least most of the time, but palms perpetually tender from the curse their mother had thrown at them, fingertips at times nearly numb. Never before had everything been in such sharp focus as now, every sensation magnified because of the sensitivity of their hands. They were worried, for a split second, that this was the moment that was going to end it all, that she was standing there in silence trying to decide how best to run from the monstrosity. And that was even without knowing how it had happened. When she heard, how could she possibly stay? If they couldn’t even protect themself against their mother, how would they protect her against all of the demons she battled?

But none of that happened. Instead she kept her hands on theirs, taking all of it in. They were well aware of how much their hands were shaking in hers, as she explored their palms and fingers with no words, before guiding them to their bed, so that they sat on the edge. She took her place on their lap, and guided their hands to the side of her face, kissing their palms. They hated to admit just how that very gesture, the softness, the acceptance threatened warm tears to come to their eyes, yet another messy show of vulnerability. But it meant more to them than they could express, and her words as she went on meant even more. They wanted to reply to her words, to tell her she was wrong, that their hands were horrible and ugly, and that it was a weakness, a vulnerability, one caused by their own mother, but they couldn’t. In that moment, they believed what she said, because they could tell that she believed her own words. And for once, it didn’t feel so much like something they needed to hide, for the first time in nearly twelve years. Their words failed them, but they were certain she could see how much her words meant to them from the look on their face alone.

As she began guiding their hands down her body, they couldn’t keep a gasp from leaving their lips, the feeling of her so intense, as simple as it all was. It was even better than they had imagined, somehow, to finally feel her skin beneath their fingertips, skin on skin at last, and they knew in that moment that it was something they wanted over and over again, for the rest of their time together. When she led their hand down between their legs, they let out a low moan, eyes closing involuntarily for a moment, finally feeling her soft wetness against their skin. Again, her words were just as meaningful, this time mixed with the intense desire that hadn’t ceased for a second between them. They wanted exactly what she was saying, as well. To feel all of her, memorize the curves of her body, every inch of perfection, and they wanted to dip their fingers inside of her, to coax her pleasure from her, to feel her tighten around their bare fingers. “How could I consider anything else when you feel so heavenly?” they muttered, before leaning forward to kiss her. It was a different sort of kiss, still just as deep and full of lust as ever, but somehow soft, all of their unspoken thanks for her acceptance in the gesture. And they didn’t break the kiss as they picked her up, flipping their positions so that she could lie back on their bed. They only paused for a second to finish stripping themself––a strange feeling, to be truly naked, without gloves even, now––before moving so that they were half on top of her. There was a second of hesitation, before one of their hands moved between her legs, gently teasing, slowly at first, as they got used to what it felt like to touch her. As they did so, they kissed her again, all of the same feeling behind in.

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implacablealecto:

It wasn’t uncommon for her to use sex as an escape. She had escaped her parents that way, the way people saw her, she had built herself a reputation - or a lack there of - because of it and it had been part of her initial arrangement when she had agreed to marry them. It would be so easy to do just that right now. She was already half way in, after all. She could just keep going, make them come inside her mouth, have them take her to the manor, giving them the most mindblowing night of fucking they had ever had and forget about everything that was happening between them. She had thought about it, perhaps it was what she had tried to do when she had gotten on her knees; hoping an amazing blow job was going to erase the words she had just said from their memory. However, she knew very well by now that that wasn’t going to happen. Yaxley wasn’t going to forget, and neither was she. They just couldn’t. They had obviously tried, for days, and yet here they were - confessing everything to each other like two guilty teenagers that had meant to ignore their bad decisions and hadn’t been able to. 

What did that mean, though? Where did this leave them both? Because one thing was clear, nothing was going to be the same after this. The other day in the office and the night after that could have been a one time thing; they could have brushed it off and kept their arrangement intact. What was happening now made everything different. They had already acknowledged that the deal had changed, and this was new unexplored territory. Was this how sleeping together was going to feel from now on? So intense and overwhelming? Alecto wasn’t used to that, and yet she found herself wishing it would keep happening. She quite liked this sensation; it was something that she had never experienced before. She had come close, once or twice with Rabastan, but everything they had had been ruined before it had gotten any further. Yaxley was promising her they weren’t going to do that, that they weren’t going to abandon her - and that only made the feeling inside her intensify. 

Their moan, mixed with the movements of her fingers between her legs caused a loud whimper of her own to leave her mouth. The vibrations of her sound impacted around their length as she kept working up and down. Without any subtlety, she moved her underwear aside to start teasing her already wet entrance herself. As her arousal grew, her pace quickened, and their words were nothing but an encouragement. The hand that moved to her hair, pulling from it, guiding her mouth, made her moan once more, even louder this time. She didn’t let that stop her, quite the contrary, after a couple of strokes with her hand following the pace of her lips, she moved it away and took their whole length in again. She kept going, touching herself all the while, allowing her tongue to play with their tip once in a while. It didn’t take her long to notice both of them were close to the edge. Only then, when she could feel they were getting there, she stopped to look up at them for a moment before letting go and slowly stand up. Her hand, however, never left them, and kept moving up and down. “Come on, then. I want you to do all of that to me.”, she whispered against their lips, breathing heavily as she did. “I want you to take your gloves off and make me come only with your fingers inside me.” Her free hand travelled up to their cheek, cupping it with some sort of tenderness she didn’t know she could master in this situation. “I need you to fuck me. Right here, or wherever you want to. I just want you so fucking bad, Corban.”

They were well aware that what they wanted wasn’t exactly how the night was meant to go. What they should’ve done was just fuck her right there in that room, take her quick and hard, and then go back to the party, to the conversations about what the next step was for them. In that moment, though, they couldn’t have cared less about what they should have done, because they needed her. And they were fairly certain, even in the haze of alcohol that was making everything a little harder to suss out, that from now on that was going to be a constant thing, unable to deny just how much they wanted and needed her. But they didn’t mind, not when they already felt so good, that they were staring such honesty in the face. For some reason they were looking forward to showing her their hands. It was terrifying, to give that vulnerability to someone else, especially to her knowing what it meant to them, but they wanted to, and not just because there was alcohol flowing through their veins.

Watching her touch herself as she kept working on their hardness just made the way even clearer, if possible. Already, they could feel themself moving towards the edge as she took their entire length in her mouth again, but she stopped before they could reach that sweet release. They were about to question her, but she stood to face them before they could, her words sending a shock of electricity through their body even as she kept touching them. And the tenderness with which she said their name, with which she cupped their cheek confirmed just what they wanted next. Before they did anything else, they brought their lips together in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, messy and sloppy but with such intense feeling behind it, it was apparent they were agreeing to everything she had said. “You’ll have me,” they muttered against her lips before finally pulling away. They didn’t even bother tucking away their arousal before grabbing her hand, and apparating back to their manor, the party already thoroughly forgotten to them.

They had appeared in the master bedroom, and it was barely a few seconds of getting readjusted to their surrounding, before they were kissing her again, as they pulled her dress up with one hand, moving so that their hardness pressed between her legs teasing both of them for what was to come. They wanted her more than they had the words to describe in that moment, but they knew that they couldn’t have her just yet, not with the offer for such honesty was on the table. She had told them that they didn’t have to show her now, that it could happen later, after all of this, but to them that wasn’t an option. They weren’t going to be able to give themself fully to her in their intimacy like they wanted to, unless they gave her that vulnerability now. The very thought made their heart beat frantically in their chest, but they wanted it. And they wanted to give her the chance to have that now, even before they finally had each other again after trying so hard not to want it.

It was a long moment of considering just what they were about to offer her before they finally pulled back from the kiss, just slightly, enough that they could look her in the eyes as they spoke. “I want you to take my gloves off... What you’ll see, it’s not pretty, it’s...it’s been a long time since anyone else has seen my hands; I don’t even like looking at them myself. But I want you to; I want to feel your skin, to touch you as I fuck you. I want you to see what I’m hiding and hold my secret,” they said, voice quiet, deathly serious, as they looked back at her. They took her hands in theirs, giving her permission to make the choice, very aware of the way their hands were shaking slightly even as they tried to still them. None of the desire had left, in fact, if anything, they wanted her even more in that moment of vulnerability, offering so much to her. There was something else there, too, though. Fear that she might see their hands and suddenly decide none of it was worth it. Fear that she might hear what had happened to cause the deeply scarred palms, the strangely blackened fingertips, and decide that they were too weak to give her everything they had promised. But those fears just told them how much they needed her, and needed to share this with her. They only hoped that she could still feel the same once she saw what was under their gloves.

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implacablealecto:

I’ll keep you safe, I’ll help you sleep. Those were big promises to make, and Alecto wasn’t sure they knew exactly what they were getting into by doing so. The problem with that was that the only person she needed to be safe from was herself, and the only demons that haunted her at night were her own. Of course Yaxley couldn’t know how deep the self loathing went sometimes, the fear that she was losing her mind to darkness once and for all. How do you keep someone safe from themself? How to avoid them to be consumed by their own insanity? She didn’t know, but they seemed willing to try for her, and she had decided to believe them. Apparently that was also part of this whole thing that was happening between them, believing in each other. Trusting that whatever the other said was something meaningful, not a bluff or a trick in order to win the game. For someone that had spent her entire life playing twisted games to get places, this was an odd change. Nonetheless, she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Perhaps if it had been someone else offering all this she wouldn’t have accepted it. There was something different about Yaxley, though - something other than them being the person she was going to marry. She couldn’t quite explain it, that much was obvious, but they were so willing to offer honesty in exchange, to give her everything that she asked for, that she knew they were probably feeling the same way. 

The reactions she coaxed from them every time she did this were always delicious. Everyone who enjoyed sex, was weak when it came to oral - that was no mystery to her, but Yaxley seemed to enjoy it in a completely different way, so intensely; that sometimes she got wet just thinking about it. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, all the previous words they had shared, the expectations they were building for tonight, everything that had led up to this were affecting her performance as well. It wasn’t only them that looked like they were into it even more intensely than before, but it was her too. The way she skillfully moved her lips up and down their length, her tongue pressed against them and occasionally swirling when she got to the tip, one of her hands following her movements to increase the pleasure. That, paired with their hand tangled in her hair and the moans that were falling from their mouth was almost too much to handle. If it had been up to her, she would be apparating them to Yaxley Manor right about now and have them fuck her senseless; but she had promised to make them beg, like they had in the past, and she was ready to make that happen. 

Their hand moved to her chin and she stopped mometarily, though her fingers kept working just to keep them going while her mouth wasn’t full of them. “Oh darling, that’s your first mistake. You might not be doing it outright but I know your body enough, I know those sounds, you’re already begging.” If just to prove a point, this time she took them in her mouth slowly, tongue playing with their length, cheeks sucking in and lips adding just a bit more pressure than usual - not enough to hurt, but enough to make them feel it. She repeated the move a couple times, one more tantalising than the other, looking up at them the entire time, offering them the most sinful look. The hand that wasn’t moving along her mouth subtly travelled up her legs and found the place between her legs. It was deliberate, and it was meant for them to notice. As she traced small circles with her fingers over her underwear a soft moan escaped her lips. “Tell me, papi.”, she said before taking them inside her mouth once again. “Tell me how much you like to see me on my knees. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

They were already thinking of what it would be like to share with her the most vulnerable part of themself, to show her what they rarely showed anyone else, and to know that she wouldn’t look on them with pity. She wanted to see them for all they were, and they wanted the same from her. They knew that none of what they were promising each other would be simple or easy. They were both broken people, people who had been told all their lives that they weren’t capable of this sort of connection, and they shouldn’t even dream of having it. But here they were anyway. And if that wasn’t enough to say it was all worth an attempt, they didn’t know what was. They were willing to give her their trust, if she was willing to do the same in return, and it seemed that somehow they had come to the agreement that they would both be doing just that. 

This was somehow a thousand times more intense than things had ever felt between them, on the level of what they had shared in their office, and the night following that, the intimacy that neither of them had wanted to admit they had with each other, but was so obvious. All of that felt heightened now that they had both told each other everything that they had been feeling, and that they had both agreed to let themselves feel it, no matter how insane that seemed. Yaxley had all but forgotten about their real purpose of being here tonight, so totally consumed with thoughts of Alecto and her body and her honesty. They wanted to give to her everything that they had said, and it wasn’t simply the product of the free flowing alcohol. There was something about having someone, for the first time in their life, make them feel so strangely capable of truth, of sharing their innermost thoughts, that made them want to give her exactly the same in return. There would be a time and a place to work out what this meant for their future, for their marriage, but now, they were more than content to accept everything they had both said and enjoy what these intense emotions did to their bodies as they came together. Perhaps now they were starting to understand why some people seemed to think sex with feelings was always such a preferable option, because they couldn’t help but think they would be more than satisfied, but happy if they were only able to fuck Alecto for the remainder of their life.

As if their body wanted nothing more than to prove her point, as she took them in her mouth again, sucking in, giving enough pressure to make them feel it all, they let out a low, obscene moan, loud enough that anyone else who might’ve happened past the room would’ve heard. They weren’t thinking of anyone else at the moment, though, not when it was already obvious that she was right about the whole begging thing. Their body needed her, just as much as it felt their mind did in the past few days, and everything they had said to each other in the past few moments just made the desire that much stronger somehow. “You look beautiful on your knees like this, mouth full,” they hummed, breath growing more ragged as they watched her touch herself. In all honesty, they wanted to take her now, right here in the middle of the room, or they wanted to take her home right now, and fuck her on every possibly surface in their manor, to take their gloves off and memorize every inch of her body, to know what she felt like against their bare skin. Those thoughts alone made them let out another low moan as they looked down, her mouth closing around them again. Their hand was back in her hair, this time pulling hard, as their hips pressed forward, wanting more. It was astonishing just how easy it was for her to prove her point, the words that came from their mouth only confirming what she had said. “I want you, Alecto, all of you. I want to rip your underwear aside, and touch you, without my gloves. I want to know what you feel like, to truly feel you tightening around my fingers as I remind you why you can’t seem to stop thinking of me... I need to fuck you, I need you.”

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implacablealecto:

Some sort of desperation started growing inside her as they spoke. It was not the bad kind, though. In fact, it was something she had never experienced before. Another kind of desire, one that was on its purest form. She wanted everything she had told them, and more - she needed it. Alecto had never experienced this kind of intimacy with another person. There was her brother, of course, but the nature of their relationship wasn’t sexual, so it wasn’t the same. And there was Rabastan - but their friendship and what had come after that had been to damaged when he had gone to Azkaban to evolve like this was. So Corban was really the first one, and for the first time in her life she had no idea what to do. She had always been a woman of resources. Every time life or people had denied her something, she had found a way to make it work in her favour. It had happened with her parents, her climbing up the Dark Lord’s ranks, her friendship with Bellatrix, what she had accomplished with Peter Pettigrew - all her tricks and schemes usually worked out perfectly because even though she could be impulsive and reckless, she always came up with a way of landing on her two beautiful feet. This? This was new, and she was clueless. It was a path filled with deathly traps. She didn’t want to lose their little game, but somehow it felt that there was much more to lose now that they had both unwillingly gave in. They could lose each other; and that was a fear she had never thought she would have. 

“Do it, then. I will if you do. Not now, obviously, but when you take me home tonight. Let me see your hands, let me show you how to touch me with them, with your fingers against my skin and none of those gloves.” Her voice was slightly ragged just thinking about it. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of you in these last couple of days? Do you have an idea how much I’ve fantasised about your arms around my body, your lips going down my chest, about having your fingers inside me while you taste me?” She shook her head. “And that’s not even the end of it. The other night, when I was with you in bed and you hugged me and buried your head in my neck - I felt safer that I’ve felt in a long time. I could actually get some sleep. I don’t know what’s happening to me, Corban. I don’t know how to explain it.” 

It seemed like she wasn’t able to stop talking, and she knew that her brain was going to hate her because of this in the morning. Hopefully what she was doing now, right on her knees, ready to pleasure them was going to make them forget a bit about everything she had just confessed. She doubted it; after all their job was about dealing with secrets, words, and memories - but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. Their hand went to her hair and she smirked, noticing how much they were enjoying this already, and she hadn’t even fully started. “Don’t you worry darling, this is just a warm up.” Her voice still hadn’t lost the faux innocent tone; as if her girly and soft attitude could compensate for the vulgar things she was saying. “Now try not to be too loud, okay? I don’t want anyone to interrupt us. I want you all to myself tonight. I want to see how fast I can make you beg for me.” With that, she swiftly put their entire length inside her mouth. Yaxley’s size was intimidating to say the least, but it was nothing Alecto couldn’t handle. Sucking her cheeks in, tongue pressed against them, she looked up briefly at them before she started moving her mouth up and down their hardness. 

How her words managed to hit them square in the chest was unexplainable, but the feeling was also undeniable. They wanted to give her everything she said, and they wanted her to give them the same. They wanted to touch her, really touch her, to taste her, to feel her moving against their bare hands. And they wanted to hold her, wanted to make her feel safe, because with them, she was. Everything that she said that she couldn’t understand, they had no better explanation for, but that did nothing to change the fact that they wanted to give her all of it. They wanted to just be with her, and that thought alone was more appealing and attractive even than what they knew was coming the longer they stood here speaking to each other in hushed voices, the tension clearly rising between them. The way she said their name, no teasing in sight, but just a natural moment, a sign of that intimacy they were both so desperately afraid of, yet needed so much. It was terrifying to think about what they were going to do, that they wanted to do what she was asking, everything that had consumed her thoughts.

“If it’s what you want, that’s what you’ll have. I want to give it all to you. Tonight. When we get back to the manor. I’ll show you, and you can show me,” they breathed, voice coming out much more ragged than they meant, matching her own tone, the desire that went beyond the purely sexual. “And I’ll keep you safe. I’ll help you sleep.” It was more than they were used to sharing, words more honest than anything they gave, and given more easily even than their honesty when she had come down to their office those days ago, when they had shared their fears and doubts. She was making it so easy for them to want to be honest, by giving them just that herself. They were well aware that they would wake in a panic tomorrow, having given so much away so easily, but they knew that it wasn’t a mistake, not with her. They wanted so desperately for her to trust them, and to do that, they had to trust her, too. And trusting her with their weakness, the one vulnerability they were the most ashamed of, felt so intimately appropriate.

Still, they cursed under their breath as Alecto took them inside her mouth, covering their entire length with the warmth of her mouth, so expertly pressing her tongue against them as she made eye contact. It would have been an absolute lie to say that they had ever had a better blowjob than hers, and there was something about this that felt even better than what she had given them before. That wasn’t enough to distract them from the words they had shared, though. Perhaps part of it was the location, knowing that they were so close to danger, that at any minute someone could come in and see her there with their hardness in her mouth. That wasn’t quite true, though, even as much as they hated to admit it. The fact of the matter was that it was everything that had led up to this, not just the attempts at ignoring each other, attempts at distractions, the anger that had flared between them, and led to this. But the acknowledgement that this was more than either of them had ever been planning. Both of them admitting what they wanted from each other, that what they wanted were things that neither of them had shared with anyone else, it made this about more than their clear lust for each other. There were emotions behind it. And that made it even more pleasurable, to the point where they could barely even respond to her words, tease back. A moan escaped their lips as they looked down at her, the sight completely glorious, as their hips moved forward slightly in her rhythm. “Oddly enough, I want you all to myself, too. But I won’t be the one who’s begging,” they said, voice low and husky. Their hand moved from her hair to her chin, tilting her head up slightly. “You’re my girl. And I’m going to prove that to you tonight.”

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implacablealecto:

She would have argued. She wanted to tell them they were wrong, that she did want it to stop, that she wanted to be able to sleep with someone else without her mind wandering constantly to thoughts of them - but she couldn’t. Not when they were saying her name like that, as if they knew exactly what she was thinking; as if they knew her, every little corner of her mind, even the darkest ones. Alecto opened her mouth to say something, but for a second was completely unable to. There was nothing to question there. She didn’t want whatever was happening between them to stop, quite the contrary, she wanted to feel even more. “I don’t.”, she finally conceded, voice a whisper as if that would make any difference. “But that doesn’t make it any easier. I like your honesty, and I want it. I want you to trust me, and I want you to invite me to your office and listen to me complain about the stupidity of being scared of death with that little frown you make whenever I say something you wouldn’t expect. I want to go to sleep with you, to wake up with you, to have dinner with your petulant elves; and I want you to show me your hands, and not only that, all of you; even the parts you hide from yourself. But- fuck, softness? I don’t do softness, I never did. I spent my entire life avoiding things like that, and I’m not supposed to want it now. Who do you think you are to make me want it?” Despite her words, her tone was almost desperate, as if she actually didn’t understand what was happening to her and was grasping at straws at this point. 

Perhaps in another time she wouldn’t have confessed all of this. Hell, of course she wouldn’t have, she had been actively trying to avoid them for days. However, the alcohol was making the words just fall from her mouth without control. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to get wasted after all. That was what Alecto was, a plethora of bad decisions and their consequences. She found herself wanting to give in already, she needed them, more than she had initially thought she did. In their eyes she could see they felt the same way. It was time for the push and pull to stop. They were never going to admit it, obviously. She was always going to push a little further and they were always going to pull a little harder and that was the way they were. Nonetheless, there was a silent agreement happening right now, one that their words didn’t dare to acknowledge. They wanted each other, badly, and that much was obvious. It seemed like neither of them was able to wait much longer for it - whatever was about to happen.

“My ideas are always better, darling.”, she retorted, voice back to playful and seductive. Alecto let go of their leather covered finger, but her hand didn’t move from its place between their legs. In fact, she swiftly unzipped their pants, looking at them in the eye while she was doing it, and slipped her fingers inside. “Mmm- if I had known you were this hard, we would have done this a long time ago. What a waste of time.”, she said, voice a purr against their lips. In a determined but teasing manner, she moved against their arousal, the sole feeling of it provoking a little moan out of her. It was dangerous, that much was clear, given the fact that a whole dinner party was happening in the room right next to them. That only excited her more, though. At their next words, she shamelessly licked her lips. “Yes papi, I’ll do as you say.” Her voice was suddenly soft, as if she was a reprimanded student that was trying to make up for her fault. Riding up the skirt of her dress slightly, she slowly bent down on her knees, until she settled in place. It took only a second for the zipper and the underwear to be out of the way, and looking up at them from her current position, she slowly moved her tongue up their entire length, the movement followed by her hand. “You like that?”, the false obedience was still present in her tone. “Am I doing it right?” 

It was as if both of them were waiting for the other to say that they didn’t want any of this, waiting for permission to try to keep pushing away, to keep the arrangement exactly what it was meant to be and nothing more, but Yaxley was well aware that neither of them were able to do that. There was something that they had ended up sharing, an honesty and trust, that made it impossible to deny that this, all of this, what what they both wanted, perhaps even what they both needed. And as she went on, they were even more certain that she felt exactly the same as them; how strange it was that they were both standing here admitting that they wanted things from each other that they had never wanted from other people. Admitting that it was terrifying, and yet strangely comforting to know that it was possible, that as hard as it was, maybe they still wanted to try for it. Her words hit them squarely in the chest, made them want to give her everything she asked for almost desperately, to take off their gloves right there and feel her, kiss her, to apparate back to their manor and be with her. “I don’t know. You know as well as I do that I wasn’t trying to make this happen, I didn’t ask to feel any of this,” they said, voice lowering as well, a soft desperation to it to match her own. “But that’s what I want too, I want all of it. You’ve made me want all of it, and to give it to you. I want to wake up with you, have dinner with you, speak about things neither of us have spoken about with anyone else and trust each other with that honesty. I want to...I want to show you my hands, desperately. I want to feel your skin underneath my fingertips. And that’s not something I’ve ever wanted to give to anyone else.”

They shook their head, trying to clear their thoughts, but that was impossible like this, already so far gone, and their head filled with thoughts of Alecto, with doing exactly what she had said she wanted, and they had agreed with. The temptation was so strong, and they wondered if perhaps tonight was the night that more lines would be crossed. It was apparent that both of them had their guards down, a deadly combination of alcohol and having tried and failed to repress their feelings making both of them completely vulnerable to each other. They knew what was coming, mixed in with the emotions was the typical desire for each other, perhaps even stronger now that she had said all that she had to them, but it wasn’t going to overshadow anything that they were feeling. They were waves crashing together, inevitable and powerful, and unable to keep away from each other. It was only that much more intense now that they had both made clear what they were feeling, and that made it even easier to give in, to give them both what they so desperately wanted.

They should have protested to her so easily unzipping their pants, fingers slipping instead and bolding moving across their hardness as she looked them in the eye, but they didn’t, given just how heavenly it felt, enough to cause them to take in a sharp breath. They were in such a public place, anyone could walk in at any point and see them there, and Yaxley knew full well where things were going to go now that this had started, and yet the idea of someone else seeing them was a thrilling one. It was dangerous, but all that much more desirable, and the sound she let out as she moved against them was enough to stop them from caring about any consequences. They needed her, needed to show her that this was what they both wanted and that they could have it, even if it was messy and complicated and made no sense given who they were. It was inevitable, so why wait? Why try to resist the temptation? When she licked her lips as she looked back at them, and went on, voice so soft and innocent sounding, the desire they had been trying to control flared up in full force, the need unable to ignore any longer. As she went down to her knees, the sight just as gorgeous as ever, they finally uncrossed their arms, one hand going to Alecto’s hair, grabbing a handful, tangling their fingers through it as she started teasing them. It felt good, of course it did, but they wanted more, and they knew that this was only the beginning. “It’s a good start. But that’s not enough to make up for the tantrum,” they hummed, looking down at her.

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implacablealecto:

The sound of their voice, paired with their words gave her a sense of relief. It was a strange thing, especially to her who was used to live in such a state of turmoil and chaos constantly. However here they were, reassuring her once more, making her feel safe. It was one of the most annoying things, the way Yaxley managed to make her feel like that, almost at home. There was only one other person that had that effect on her, and that was her own twin brother. She had never trusted anyone like she trusted him, and the fact that all of a sudden Corban Yaxley seemed to be willing to gain and fight for that sort of trust left her completely puzzled. They were evidently confused too by this whole thing. It was obvious that their main goal hadn’t been to feel like this, to develop this kind of connection. It was inevitable now, though - and even though they were both trying so hard to hide it from each other and themselves, deep down Alecto knew very well that it was pointless to try and stop them. After all, all she could think about at the moment as she glared at them was how their lips on her body would feel, how much she wanted them inside of her, the feeling of their arms around her, and how would it be to wake up cuddled up together once again like they had done before. 

Their hand was still around her neck, but their voice was soft and it had a tenderness that was unmistakable. It sounded like that day at their office, and like it had sounded afterwards, when they had gently woken her up with a kiss after getting home from work. A kiss that had quickly turned into them settling between her legs, of course, but there was no need to say she also remembered that part fondly. She didn’t feel like she needed to reply to what they said. It was clear that she didn’t want them to leave, and she didn’t want to either. However, she offered them a soft nod, a reassuring one. What they told her next incited a different reaction. Under normal circumstances, she would have teased them, she would have commented on the fact that they just said they didn’t want this to stop, whatever it was, and that that meant they were truly crazy about her. However, she was drunk now, suddenly overflowed with these sensations and feelings, and she found herself unable to wish they would stop either. “Why wouldn’t you want it to stop?”, she asked, voice almost a whisper and charged with a softness unheard of when it came to Alecto Carrow. “This wasn’t the deal. Feeling things for each other wasn’t what we said it would happen in the first place.” There was no trace from the bargain they had made before, and she knew that very well. 

Still, the booze was still affecting her and noticing the very obvious reaction they were having made her jump from terrifying to completely aroused in a matter of seconds. It was as if suddenly she remembered the situation they were in, and what she wanted, what she wished they would do. She rolled her eyes and their teasing - was it teasing, though? She would never fully know, but Merlin knew she wasn’t going to give up now - and giggled once again. “Don’t you know me, darling? Of course I believe you’re going to give in so easy. You’re aching for it.” As if it was necessary to prove her point, her hand moved up, palm finally pressing against their hardness, noticeable under their trousers. She licked her lips, both because the touch drove her wild and to emphasise her point. As their thumb brushed her mouth, both so soft and tantalising at the same time, she offered them a wicked smile. “I have a better idea. Maybe I should get down on my knees and lick something else, what do you think?” As a way to seal her words, she caught their finger with her teeth, sucking it in and swirling her tongue around it for a moment before letting it go. 

“You don’t want it to stop either, Alecto,” they said, matter-of-factly, as if they were certain of that. And they were. Everything that she gave them told them that she felt exactly the same as them. This hadn’t been the agreement, she was right about that, but it was much too late to go back to what they had agreed upon now, not when the feelings were already so intense, and only promised to grow unlike anything they had experienced before. “Perhaps we both deserve a little bit of honesty, a little bit of softness,” they muttered, voice suddenly gentle, in response to the way her own voice changed. It was a strange thought indeed, to think that people like them deserved anything other than every bad thing they ended up feeling, but there was something telling them that this was different. It was a terrifying thought, that not only did they want to have this with her, want to feel all that they were feeling, but that perhaps in some small way they both deserved each other, and what they could give, both good and bad, but it was also oddly comforting. It felt right somehow. Who else had proved that they could understand them quite like she could, after all? Who else had they felt comfortable sharing their doubts with, sharing their insecurities? And who else was she able to trust to do the same, in this regard, expecting nothing but the same in return? It was safety. And was that such a bad thing, given they were going to be married soon enough anyway?

It was almost insane how easily the anger melted away, any trace of it gone as their hand moved to her lips, as her own anger seemed to melt away as well. It was difficult to say why. Something about the alcohol, and the sudden agreement that they seemed to be making, without words, that perhaps giving into some of what they were feeling wouldn’t be the worst thing for tonight. They were both drunk, after all, they would have easy excuses for whatever happened tonight, whether it was something like what they shared before, or something a little more like what they had found that night together, or a bit of both. They wanted to keep playing, to keep pushing back and forth, to not give into what they had been dreaming about doing again for the past however many days, the very thing that had occupied their thoughts every waking and sleeping moment since then. But their defenses were weak, and god, did they want her, every inch of her. They wanted to be reminded of everything she had given them already, and wanted to give her the same. Wanted to feel their bodies pressed together so close, laid bare, everything on display, honesty and safety in one. They wanted to show her, time and time again, that they meant everything that they said. A strange feeling indeed.

The alcohol flowing through their system, combined with the lingering stress, and the fact that here she was, so close, just begging for them to take what they wanted, it made it impossible not to. She was right, after all, they were positively aching for it, especially as her hand finally found their hardness, pressed snuggly against their trousers, more than obviously. And fuck, did they want her, somehow even more than they thought when they had come to this so-called party tonight. “Perhaps your idea is better,” they said, voice dropping down into something sinful, as she caught their thumb with her teeth, sucking on it, so tantalizing for a moment. There was something about the way she always managed to handle their hands that was a strange mixture of mind-numbingly attractive, and oddly emotional for them. Again, they wanted to take their glove off, if only to expose their thumb, if only so that she could do the same, but this time with her tongue swirling against their skin, instead of the expensive leather of their gloves. Luckily for them, they were much too drunk to think of that as a good idea, and it was infinitely hot to watch her wet the leather, to tease what else she might be thinking of licking. They couldn’t even bring themself to care that they were still in a public room, even if they were alone for now. “On your knees then,” they commanded suddenly, folding their arms over their chest, as a way to force her to make the choice.

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implacablealecto:

It wasn’t clear what she was trying to get out of all of this. She didn’t want them to leave, and that much was obvious, no matter how many insults she spat their way they both knew she wasn’t really trying to scare them off. So what was it that she intended by doing what she was doing? And even worse, what did they want? They sure as hell didn’t want Evan Rosier, and Alecto was sure of it. How could they, when they had her? When they had the memories of what had happened the other day. And yet, there was something that stung like a poisonous needle in the middle of her chest. They were using Emma Vanity, they had made that clear, but what about Evan? It was obvious she’d make a much better fianceé and wife than herself, but that wasn’t even it. It was the closeness that they shared, the fact that Yaxley obviously trusted Rosier, perhaps even more than they trusted her - and she couldn’t accept that. Why? She didn’t dare to question it. She was too afraid of the answer. “It might be ridiculous, but it’s surely turning you on.”, she giggled - the sound that only could come out of her when she was truly wasted, like she was now. 

Alecto paused for a moment at their words, noticing the change in their tone. There was some tenderness to what they were saying, perhaps even despite themself. For a second her eyes turned soft, and it almost looked as if she was finally lowering her guards. “I’m not trying to force you to leave. I remember what I told you the other day, and I’m sticking to it. I’m not trying to sabotage this. If you leave, it’s going to be because you want to. That hasn’t changed.” There was no reason for her to remind them of this, there was no point either, but still she felt like she needed to. There were a lot of things about the day, and the night that followed, that she recalled vividly in her mind and something inside her was borderline desperate to know if they felt the same way - if those thoughts had been tormenting them as much as they had been torturing her. 

The tension was palpable and it increased as their bodies moved closer. She closed her eyes for a second, almost expecting them to finally kiss her and end this ridiculous game that they had both started. But they didn’t, and she wasn’t going to be the one to break - not this time. Instead, their hand finally closed around her neck and for a moment she gasped for air, before getting used to their strong but gentle grip. What she couldn’t have expected were the words that came out of their mouth next, as they whispered them in her ear like it took a huge amount of effort to even form them. “It’s not what I wanted to hear, it’s what you wanted to say.” Her eyes were fire, and when she gasped for air a second time, it sounded more like a moan than anything else. “Do you think it’s easy for me? To think about you every second of the day. To actually miss you? I can’t even sleep with someone else without imagining it’s you between my legs now, and how would you feel inside me instead of the poor bastard I’m fucking. I have no idea what have you done to me, but I need it to stop, and I don’t know how to do it.” Their next threat made her frown, but she didn’t show fear, this time she wasn’t scared of them. One of her hands went back to their collar while the other made its way up their leg, to their inner thigh, teasing. “You wouldn’t do it. Not against my will. I’m sure of it. Why are you so afraid of that word? Smitten. Me not saying it doesn’t make it less true, you know? It doesn’t take away the fact that you want me right now.”, she smirked, and her hand moved a little closer between their legs. “You should take what you want, Yaxley. I think you’re ready for it.”   

They wanted to be annoyed by the giggle, by how obvious they were apparently being to her for her to see just how much they were entertained by all of it, no matter how genuinely angry it made them. Because they were angry, that was genuine, but there was a lot more beneath it than just their typical ice cold fury. Part of them wanted to blame the alcohol for causing the otherness of feelings mixed in with the annoyance, but they knew that that wasn’t the only cause. It certainly wasn’t making it any easier to ignore the feelings that bubbled up inside when they heard her giggle, the quirk at the corner of their lips that they tried hard to temper hearing the noise they enjoyed so much, but it wasn’t the cause. The cause was all of the underlying feeling they had been desperately trying to ignore since that night in their manor. It only helped, or perhaps hurt depending on how they looked at the situation, that as she went on she all but confirmed that she was thinking the same as them. Of course, Alecto didn’t want them to leave, and they had no desire to leave her. So what were both of them trying to do now? “I know you are; I believed you then, and I still believe you. And my feelings haven’t changed either,” they said, voice perhaps coming out a little softer than they had meant it, despite their hand still on her neck, still playing with fire.

Her gasp for air, closer to a moan, really, stirred that fire in the pit of their stomach, all but sealing their fate for the rest of the night. There was something about her admitting to them that she missed them, that she couldn’t stop thinking about them, even when she was trying to fuck someone else, that was terribly vindicating. It made it all feel a little more fair, to know that she was having the exact same problem that they were, this strange inability to see anyone else after the day they had shared. But it was also just simply terrifying. If this was something they were both feeling equally, there seemed to be little they could do to stop it, and what they were doing now certainly wasn’t going to. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to accept whatever feelings had begun to develop between them. Perhaps it wasn’t such a horrible possibility to feel something genuine for their future wife. For now, though, the alcohol was making it impossible to think that clearly, the mixture of lust and rage and that unidentifiable feeling she had caused them to feel making their head cloudy in a strangely satisfying way. “You’ve done the same to me; you understand that, don’t you? Whatever this is, it’s affecting both of us. And I have no bloody clue how to stop it. Perhaps worse, I’m not certain I want to, considering the results,” they admitted, voice taking on a fierce edge, despite how quiet it was, staying close to her, private words for her ears only.

It was impossible to stop the sharp intake of breath as her hand moved between their legs, so temptingly close. They wanted to do as she said, they wanted to take what they wanted, right there in the middle of the room, with the possibility of anyone coming in and seeing them there at any moment. But they didn’t want to be the one to give in. They wanted so hard to be strong, to remind her that this sort of behavior was unacceptable, and they weren’t going to tolerate it. That was all a lie, though, considering the effect she had on them, especially as she pushed and pushed, real venom between them only seconds before. It was only a matter of time, really, before all of this was over, and they both had exactly what they wanted, but they weren’t ready to be done with it quite yet. Their grip on her neck finally relinquished, their hand moving up to her cheek, caressing lightly, thumb running over her lip as they went on. “Do you believe I’m going to give in so easily after your little tantrum? I think perhaps you should get down on your knees and lick the champagne you threw off of my boots first,” they said, a wicked smile crossing their lips, unclear if they were merely teasing or not.

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implacablealecto:

Alecto could physically feel the effect she was having on them, as much as she could feel the way they were turning her on. It was risky, the way what they were trying to do to repress every thought an emotion they’d had about each other seemed to be doing the opposite and pulling them closer and closer together. It felt like a labyrinth without a clear way out. She had been lost in her feelings for them and she didn’t know how to see the bigger picture anymore; her judgement had abandoned her when it came to Corban Yaxley. She wasn’t about to let them know that, though, especially when they were so set on making her furious - as if that was going to be enough to stop this. The first insult about her slap didn’t have much of a result. It was petty, and they knew it. She didn’t give a fuck about how hard she could hit them, because they both knew they were way worse thing she could do to hurt them. It was a mediocre comeback at best, and they seemed to notice that because the words that followed it were meant to sting, and they might as well had signed a death sentence right then and there. “You fucking asshole.” One of her hands turned into a fist, while the other moved to one of the drinks, grabbed a full champagne glass and smashed it against the floor. The few people left in the quiet room turned to look at her and immediately left as the flute shattered in little tiny pieces. Not even the elf that was serving dared to come close to clean it up. 

“There. Now you have a reason to go fuck Rosier. She’s such a dear friend, such a lady, she wouldn’t make a scene like this. Rodolphus would be so happy. Now you’ll have to face his wrath. We’ve just scared off his guests to another room, and I stained the carpets. What a travesty.” Her jaw was clenched, and her voice was low, borderline threatening. “Go!”, she dared them, her hands releasing their collar and pushing them hard, but without the necessary strength to actually move them. “Come on, Yaxley. People are waiting. What are they going to think if you stay here long enough? They’re going to believe you’re weak, that you can’t tame your wife. Poor Corban Yaxley, what an unfortunate choice they made.” Her words were filled with poison, and she could feel her eyes burning with repressed tears as each one of them escaped her mouth. She had no idea why it was affecting her so much. She was prone to jealousy, they knew that, and she had told them as much. She didn’t enjoy when other people used her toys. However this was something more than that, this felt a lot more like betrayal, and she was realising how much it hurt, not because of her bruised ego, but because it was them. She wanted to trust them, and she wanted them to be faithful to her - and now that that choice was being threatened, she felt her control slipping away further and further. 

The little outburst had its consequences, obviously, and their finger was quickly gripping her neck. Despite the fury inside her, she couldn’t help but find the situation extremely arousing, and a sharp breath fell from her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment, a sudden pleasure sending a shiver down her spine. For a second she thought of giving in. It was easier to just give up and rip their clothes off, beg them to fuck her right here and the to apparate to their home so they could take her a couple times more until her legs were shaking. She couldn’t, though; she was unable to let them win. So she stood her ground, her lips hovering over theirs when they almost closed the space between them. “Yes, Corban, you fancy me. You like me so much you can’t stop thinking about me, right? From the very first moment you arrived tonight you were dreaming of this. You waited all night to finally be alone with me.”, she smirked. “You won’t cast the Imperius curse on me. That wasn’t our deal, and you’re being hardly surprising right now. In fact, you’re being pretty predictable.” Alecto moved even closer, as if encouraging their finger to grip tighter, or their hand to wrap entirely around her neck like they most likely wanted right now. “Come on baby, stop being a coward and tell me the truth. You’re smitten.”

They actually let out a loud bark of laughter as she smashed the champagne flute against the floor. Something about this whole thing was just so completely ridiculous that it was difficult not to. How easy it was to get to her with a few words about Evan Rosier, as if they would ever shag her; she was more like a sister to them than anything, even more so than their own sister, they had no real desire to fuck her, despite how beautiful she was. But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that it affected Alecto. Yaxley wasn’t exactly sure why the mention of Evan garnered so much more of a reaction than any of the Emma Vanity comments, but it was a curious thing. Perhaps if they had been more sober they would have worked it out easily, that it had to do with that closeness, as if Evan’s closeness to them would someone threaten the undeniable closeness that they were beginning to share, despite their efforts for ignore it. “We scared off his guests? No, that was you, with your ridiculous little tantrum,” Yaxley mused, tone verging on bored as they looked from the shattered glass at their feet, back to her. This party was certainly getting more interesting, there was no denying that, but there was something beneath her words that told them this wasn’t what they wanted, and it wasn’t working, especially as she went on.

It was more than apparent that their words had gotten to her, but as her outburst continued, it became increasingly aware that they had perhaps gotten to her a little too much, considering everything. Her shove succeeded in nothing but forcing them to take the slightest of steps backward, which they immediately countered by closing the space between them again. “Do you really think I care what people think of me? Would I have agreed to this engagement in the first place if I did? You’re intelligent enough to know the answer to that,” they said, voice dropping lower, nearly a whisper, something verging on softness to it, in stark contrast to her own venom. Their grip on her neck was still just as threatening, but they smoothed their thumb over her skin, leather worrying over smooth skin, perhaps unintentionally. “You can continue to try to force me to leave, but I’m not going anywhere. Let them think whatever they want. I’ve made my choice already, and I’ve already told you that you’re not going to be able to change it.” It was hard to say why they didn’t feel quite like biting back with the same amount of poison, continue the taunting, the insults, perhaps actually leave and find Evan, just to piss Alecto off further. But there was something in her eyes that seemed so genuinely hurt by the prospect, that not even they could bring themself to be so cruel in that moment. Just another sign that the day, the night they had shared had changed things drastically, to make them choose not to hurt her even more, which would have been so easy in that moment.

Their lips were close now, close enough that it would have been so easy to close the space between them, to lean forward and kiss her, stop her talking about fancying and disappointing and all of the other ridiculous things she was saying to bother them. They wanted to bite that smirk off of her lips, but maybe it was the combination of the alcohol already in their system, and the look she had had on her face as she tried to force them to leave that was giving them pause. Their thought were too clouded, it was hard to figure out what they should say, suddenly, and it wasn’t helping that they were suddenly alone in the room together, no more prying eyes watching them. And so perhaps they were going to do exactly what she was asking. Their fingers tightened around her throat, real force behind the gesture now, and they leaned forward so that their lips brushed her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about that day, that night. There are these...things that I’m feeling... I want to wake up with my arms around you again. I want you around, Alecto. And it is exceedingly obvious that you want the same. Is that what you wanted to hear?” they muttered, the venom returning to their voice despite the words. It was hard to tell what they were trying to accomplish by admitting any of it, and in all honesty they weren’t exactly certain either. They pulled back slightly so that they could look her in the eye, fingers tightening, digging into her neck for a second before loosening again. “But if you call me smitten one more time, I’ll forget about our little deal, and have you down on your knees, under my curse in an instant.”

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implacablealecto:

Once again desire and fury mixed inside of her like a tornado meeting a volcano. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to pull her wand out and hex them, or begging them to apparate them both away to do exactly what she had been thinking of doing for days now. They hadn’t been together like that since that morning at Yaxley manor; partly because she had been avoiding them and partly because they seemed to have been doing the same. She had tried everything in order to forget the lingering feeling of their skin pressed against her body, not to think about the sound of their voice moaning her name softly in her ear and they made her come over and over again, or the way they had gently carried her to the bathroom and placed her inside the tub, the warm water soothing her muscles as they joined her. They were memories that couldn’t leave her mind, no matter how hard she tried. She had gone to Thorfinn, she had tried to numb the feeling, she had even slept with him; and it hadn’t been the same. Every time her friend’s lips rolled down her body, she couldn’t help but imagine what would it be like if Yaxley was there, how they would be touching her, tasting her, how their tongue would be skillfully exploring every inch of her, making her squirm, causing her body to twist, her voice to scream in pleasure. She didn’t want to give in, though - not when they were so set on bothering her, on making her blood boil. She was going to play the game until the end. 

Her lips parted slightly, and the grip on the collar of their shirt turned dangerously strong. This time, she deliberately pulled them down abruptly, aiming to hurt them somehow. “Don’t fucking call anything I do in bed disappointing or I promise you you’ll never have me again in your life. I would slap you right now, but I think that little mudblood cunt did that for me already, didn’t she? I will spare you the same of being bitchslapped in public not once, but twice.” Low blow, she knew it, but she was angry now and Merlin knew her temper was not something she could control easily, or at all. “Of course she’s never had someone like you. You know what’s going to happen? She will start crying in pain because she won’t be able to take it and you are going to have to let her go and thus remain unsatisfied. So yes, let’s do it. Let’s see how frustrated you are when you come to me begging for release and I tell you I don’t want to give it to you. You want to play with little silly half-bloods? Good, then you stay the fuck away from me.” Her voice was sharp, harsh, almost like a growl - seductiveness long gone by now. 

Alecto saw their expression change, and she knew she was right. It was a hypocritical thing to do, really, since the same thing had been happening to her as well. They didn’t need to know that though, at least not right now. Lust seemed to win its fight against fury when their finger touched her neck, followed by those words - entitled, ungrateful brat - that they enjoyed so much to say. They knew very well the effect of those words on her, and there was no way they didn’t know what they were doing now. Yaxley was teasing. They were mad, of course, but there was something else too, and they both could see that as clear as day. She took another step forward, their bodies almost touching now, and she glanced briefly at their hand as if to encourage them. “You’re no one to give me choices, Yaxley. I do whatever I want. Come on, teach me your lesson, I dare you. Now, later, two days from now, it doesn’t matter.” Her lips curved into a little smirk as she pointedly pronounced her next words. She didn’t know if she was saying it because she wanted to taunt them, or because the alcohol inside of her prompted her to, but at this point it didn’t really matter. “It won’t change the fact that you fancy me.”

They were well aware of what this whole thing was really about, because it was clearer with everything she said and did that they were both trying to do exactly the same thing. Not that that was a surprise, at all, considering just how things had happened between them the last time they were together. It had been a lot, that was what it had been, and it was difficult to know what it meant, despite the fact that they had both seemingly agreed to let whatever it was happen. That wasn’t how it worked with either of them, though, it couldn’t considering how they had both been raised, what society had forced both of them into becoming. Of course it was a terrifying thought that Yaxley actually might want to be with her on a level that was more than purely physical, that that glimpse into what life with her could be like, the feelings that she had offered them, might be possible if they both let it happen. It made sense that both of them were trying their best to squash those thoughts and feelings down however they could. First, with avoiding each other, seeking out others, and then now with the anger and the insults. Anger and insults that were just leading them closer and closer to more of what they were trying to ignore, they felt somewhere in the back of their head.

This time when she pulled at their collar, the force was enough to nearly bring them down to her level, face to face with them. Even as she went on, her words biting, no more seduction behind any of them, they could feel the effect that the action combined with the venom was having on them, and they were angry at themself for being so easily affected by her, just as she probably wanted. Luckily for them, her words made their blood boil with white hot anger, less mixed with the growing desire. “I appreciate your mercy. I’m certain your slap would be even less effective than that mudblood’s anyway. Which is impressive, really,” they practically hissed, voice dripping with sarcasm. “And your hypocrisy is nearly as impressive. So jealous of a half-blood. Would it make you feel better if I fucked a pureblood instead? Perhaps Evan? It wouldn’t take much, considering she’s a dear friend already. She’s looking gorgeous as ever tonight, after all, and I’m certain she could satisfy my needs much better than poor Vanity, anyway. And she does look like she could handle it just as well as you.”

They weighed their options as they let her words turn over in their head. Her smirk was having two directly opposing effects on them, on one had, they had the acute desire to smack it off of her face, but on the other hand, they wanted to shove her back against the wall and take her right there, in front of everyone. They settled on something between the two. It was just another poor decision in a series of poor decisions, but she was accusing them of fancying her, like they were third years back in Hogwarts, instead on grown adults who were engaged for what amounted to business purposes––even if that wasn’t quite true any longer. The amount of people in the room didn’t change their course, despite the fact that in the back of their mind, in the little bit that was still nearly sober, they knew that this was utterly inappropriate for the time and the place. At least they were in a corner of the room, a little ways away from everyone else. So their finger moved back to her neck, this time actually gripping, tight enough to make their intent clear, without actually choking. And they moved closer to her, leaned in so that their lips nearly touched. “I fancy you? Does that really feel like what this is, Alecto? You sound like a school child. Perhaps the real lesson I should give you is a quick Imperius, show you how you should behave,” they muttered, voice low, a little husky. Their grip was still tight, but their thumb worried over her skin, giving them away. “You’re lucky I find you so entertaining right now.”

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implacablealecto:

What was she trying to accomplish by making all this fuss? Alecto wasn’t absolutely sure she knew the answer herself. Perhaps it was a way of forgetting about her own feelings right now, like the alcohol and the drugs had been moments before. A way of ignoring the magnetic attraction that pulled her towards them, the way her heart skipped a beat every time she caught them starting, how they wanted nothing more than to go back to Yaxley manor with them right now, maybe spend the night there once more, wake up together, bodies tangled and naked after hours of intense sex and a bit of sleep. That was another reason the whole thing had been so odd and terrifying to her - she had actually gotten some sleep. Everyone who knew her at all knew about her problems when it came to sleeping. Every night, her eyes barely closed for a couple of hours. And yet, next to Yaxley, between their arms, as they gently traced invisible patterns on her skin with their fingers, she had found peace, she had found rest - and that made the situation even more alarming. Even more desirable, too. Perhaps this little conversation was going to end that way - in fact she was sure it was - but for now she didn’t want to think of how much she wanted it, and she didn’t want them to know that as well. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to manage to make me more than a little wet tonight. You’re misbehaving, and not the way I like you to. Maybe you’ve lost your chance.” A lie, of course; especially evident on her face when they stared at her neck and her curves. Desire was obvious in their eyes, and in hers as well. She shrugged. “You’re awfully confident tonight, and I think I need to teach you a little lesson. What if I don’t want you? What if I want another one of my toys to entertain me? There are plenty here, as I’ve just told you. How would you feel if I took one of them to an empty broom closet to go down on them? Would you do the same with Vanity?” Her jaw clenched at her own words, but she continued nonetheless. “Do you wonder what she tastes like? How loud she would be? I bet not at all, I bet she’s one of those people who just gasps during sex.” Her lips curved into a little smirk, as she downed her flute yet once again. The craving in her eyes had become anger now, though it could be argued that at this point they were two of the same. 

Their next words made her frown, and she took a step forward closer to them, though her stance was more threatening than seductive this time. She didn’t know what bothered her the most, that they were admitting in her face that they were purposefully spending time with Emma Vanity, or that they obviously were doing it for a reason she didn’t know, and that they hadn’t bothered to tell her about. “So that’s what you want to do them. Bending me over and fucking me blind. Pull my hair and hear me scream your name, begging for more.” The teasing smirk on her lips suddenly disappeared, and for a second there the mask was shattered. The siren had turned into the sea monster she always had been. “Well that’s too bad. You don’t get to act all superior when the only reason you’re not out there fucking Vanity is because you can’t stop thinking of me. Do you think I don’t know that. You have gotten yourself a pathetic little obsession and I bet even if you were to fuck her, you would be thinking of me every second of it. You would be tasting me in your tongue, no matter how deep inside her you go.” Despite her words, her voice was sharp, charged with fury. Her hands moved to the collar of their suit, almost pulling them down by it. “So stop trying to bother me, and stop trying to tell me to calm down. Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

It would have been a lie to say that they weren’t already planning ahead. That was just how they were anyway, and even the alcohol flowing through their veins didn’t change that. They were already considering which of Rodolphus’ many open rooms might be best to take her in tonight, or if perhaps it might just be better, when the time came, to apparate back to their manor, given their mind was so preoccupied with everything that had happened in their manor the last time she had ended up there. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps it was the lowering of their inhibitions that had them thinking that way even as they pushed and pushed at her buttons trying to garner a reaction, but they couldn’t help it. They couldn’t have cared less about the real purpose of the party tonight, not when they had this to deal with, not when they could barely keep their eyes off of her tonight, or any other time they were in the same place since that day. It was impossible not to wish for that, the honesty, the intimacy that had made the sex even more mindblowingly perfect than it already was with her, to fall asleep with their arms around her, to wake up tomorrow morning with the smell of her filling their nose, her skin pressed against theirs. But that wasn’t a helpful thought for the moment, as she seemed just as keen on pushing the boundaries just now.

The idea of her teaching them a less, the thought that they weren’t going to have exactly what they wanted by the end of the night from her, that they both didn’t know exactly how this was going to end, whether it was leaning more towards violent or intimate, was laughable. It made them roll their eyes as they took a large gulp of their drink. “Go ahead, I’m not going to stop you. But you and I both know very well that you’re not going to be satisfied with any of your other toys, considering what I’ve given you,” they said with a shrug, the confidence clear int heir voice. “We can do that, if you’d like. Perhaps I can even give you a show, while we’re at it. You finish your disappointing blow job quickly enough, and then wait outside the study and listen to how loudly I can make Vanity scream. I’m certain she’s never had something like me before, it wouldn’t take much to break her silence.” Yaxley looked back at her with something verging on amusement in their eyes. That is until she went on.

Just as quickly as her expression changes so did theirs, something dangerous glinting in their eye as they look down at her. If the room hadn’t been so crowded, if they hadn’t still been clinging onto a semblance of dignity, they would have gladly wrapped a gloved hand around her neck, pushed her back against the wall, reminded her of who she was dealing with. Or better, pulled their wand out, and put her under their control for the rest of the night. She had asked them to surprise her, and they were certain that would be a shock. There was no way to deny that she was right, they were certain that any denial they could give would be seen through completely, especially considering the honesty they had shared so recently. They didn’t like that she could see through them so easily, see what they were thinking somehow as if it was nothing at all. “You know exactly who the fuck I am. And I know exactly who you are, too. An entitled, ungrateful brat; it seems you’re the one who could use a lesson or two. I’ll give you a choice, you can have the lesson now or later,” they said, voice a deadly whisper, as their finger brushed over her neck, intention very clear. Still, her grip on their collar sent their thoughts to other things, the combination of anger and lust a deadly combination, but one that felt so vital to Alecto that it felt right. And they knew that she would be able to tell, they knew she’d see it even through her anger. There was little point trying to hide it any of it from her just now.

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implacablealecto:

To be completely honest, Alecto didn’t really know what she was expecting when she approached them; intentionally taunting them as if her previous promise of not trying to ruin the engagement was completely forgotten. It wasn’t, obviously. Quite the contrary, her words - and everything that had happened between them that day - were vividly present in her mind, and she was planning on sticking to her decision. She was sure Yaxley would understand that a little teasing didn’t hurt, after all she had warned them that she was going to misbehave no matter what. Their usual response would have been to roll their eyes and act as if they weren’t bothered. That was what they always did, so eager to hold on to that fickle sense of control they had. However, what she was met with was something new - and exciting. They were playing along, they were answering in kind, and she had to admit she hadn’t been prepared for it. It was strange, and when they downed their glass of champagne the same way she did, it made her believe that perhaps she wasn’t the only one completely hammered. It seemed that Rodolphus’ dinner party could bore anyone into inebriation. 

“You know I don’t like it when you deflect like that. If you’re going to scream like a Parisian whore every time you come, you might as well just own it. I know I do, and I’m not less powerful because of it.”, she tilted her head, her eyes properly devilish. “Besides, I do enjoy it when you’re loud like that.”, a little giggle escaped her lips, but when she spoke again her voice was low, a seductive whisper. “Actually, it’s making me a little wet just thinking about it.” Her shoulders went up in a brief shrug, and her tone went back to normal. “Too bad you’re so set on flirting with half-bloods today. I could be blowing you right now.” A couple of guests apparently did listen to that last statement, because they gave them a borderline horrified look and walked away, leaving them both practically alone in the corner of the room. 

A little house elf carrying the drinks saw the scene and approached cautiously, not only offering them both a glass of champagne each, but plainly leaving the tray there for them to get their refills whenever they wished to. Alecto picked up the flute and drank from it in a way that Narcissa and her own mother would have heavily disapproved of. “It’s a good thing I don’t give a fuck what you think it’s a good look on me. I thought you knew that already. I told you already I don’t like when people play with my toys.” Yes, if was jealousy, of course it was. What she wasn’t expecting was that same feeling to be rooted in something more than her natural possessiveness - but she wasn’t going to tell them about that. It was better to keep a distance, to make them believe she still considered them a plaything, despite everything that had happened saying otherwise. “I didn’t know you were the type to listen to rumours, Yaxley. What are you? Best friends with Rita fuckin’ Skeeter? I don’t really care about your past, and you shouldn’t care about mine. Believe me, you would go insane. Do you even want to know how many people in this very room I’ve fucked? How many of them are looking at us right now thinking how delicious I taste, and how lucky you are that you get to whisk me away whenever you want and have me anywhere? But no, you’re trying to get your dick wet by flirting with a half-blood. I bet she’s a virgin- oh no, wait, she’s not. She screwed your nephew. Does that turn you on even more?”

They knew in the back of their mind that they were making a poor decision. More accurately, that they had already made a series of poor decisions already that night, and that playing into Alecto’s teasing would just make it even worse, especially considering just how much they had already had to drink. But they couldn’t stop themself, not tonight. Not when everything that had happened between them was still at the forefront of their mind, and they hadn’t quite figured out what the fuck to do with the knowledge yet. There was a large part of them that wanted more of that intimacy, that closeness, but the sirens were going off in their head even as they desired more of the same, reminding them just how dangerous it could be to get so close, to cross the lines of the clear agreement they had arranged. But the lines were already crossed, and Yaxley was smart enough to know there was no going back. So maybe this was just a part of getting to acceptance. Perhaps they needed to see if she also felt that, by pushing back, playing her game just as well, all to see what would happen.

Of course, they had a feeling they knew exactly what was going to happen tonight, at least. And her words told them that it wouldn’t be exactly difficult to get to that point, considering they were more than a little interested in hearing just the scream she was speaking of again sooner rather than later. As she tilted her head to the side, mischief in her eyes, they couldn’t help but scan down the lines of her neck, to her very on display cleavage, over the curves of her body. “Just a little wet? I’m disappointed. I suppose I have more work to do then,” they hummed, eyes finally returning to her face. They hardly noticed the several people who left their corner of the room as Alecto got every so slightly graphic. With the amount of alcohol already coursing through their veins, they didn’t really care much about what anyone heard, since it wasn’t like it was unexpected coming from Alecto of all people.“Tsk, tsk, there’s still plenty of time to have you down on your knees before the night ends. Don’t speak so soon,” they said, holding up a gloved finger to stop her for a moment.

Luckily enough, one of the house elves saw their call, and came over bringing just what they had wanted. Yaxley picked up their own flute, and took a rather large gulp, only slightly more dignified in that moment than she looked, which wasn’t saying much. “I don’t care,” they insisted, although that didn’t sound exactly convincing, considering everything. “And if others are jealous at the mere thought of me taking you into one of Rodolphus’ studies, bending you over a desk, and fucking you blind, then all the better. I’m assuming you know how productive jealousy can be, since you’re buying into it so easily right now. After all, have you considered that there are other reasons I’m giving Vanity an ounce of my attention? That perhaps I have things I need to accomplish that go beyond getting my dick wet, as you so eloquently put it. Besides, we’ve already made a deal. I’m not going to stop entertaining myself if you don’t. And the half-blood? Think of it as killing three birds with one stone. My own personal business, bothering you, and giving my nephew something to think about. Lucky for you, she’s too boring for tonight. So you can calm down for the moment.”