Warning: Rape. Slash Rape. One man getting raped by two other men. You've been warned.

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Summary: Down once more into the twisted depths of Ron's mind. And I'm going to be far removed from any phone lines for the next week, so there won't be any updates until Friday at the earliest. But I'll still be writing, so there will probably be a few updates when I get back.

I was in a smutty mood, so this chapter is filled with yummy slashiness. And Ron has a very sudden, *very* important revelation.


Facing My Demons



Draco seems pretty keen on playing with Black. I let him back into the room, and he glares at him, but when I let him know what's up, he gives a little bit of a squeal.


"Really?" He's got this light in his eyes that's kind of scary, kind of sexy.


"Sure. Hell, you can have him if you want." I'm actually realizing I'm sort of looking forward to watching whatever the hell it is exactly that Draco wants to do to him. When, exactly, did I become such a sick fuck? But I'm really not. Looking at the world, looking at the people I'm surrounded by, and looking at myself, I realize that I'm not so screwed up after all.


"He's yours, Ron." But Draco prances over, all giddy and demonic. *He's* fucked up. But that's okay. I like him that way.


"Tables have turned now, haven't they?" Draco purrs, dragging a finger down Black's chest. "Not so
tough now, are we?"


"Just get on with it, kid."


"I don't like your tone of voice." Draco slaps him, and I sort of chuckle. I've never seen him physically violent. He's never been that way with me, and I don't think he does much in the way of prisoner work. I was special.


"Hey, Draco." I sort of warn him. I don't want him to beat Black to a bloody pulp.


"What? I can't hit him?" Immediately pissy.


"That's not exactly what I'm itching to see." Sexy, smoldering grin. It gets him every time. He tosses his head, and moves behind the chair Black's sitting in.


"What would you rather see, hmm?" And he's got that nice coy tone I love so much. He drapes himself over Black, who's pretty much gone into automatic mode. I can tell by the way his eyes are all glazed over. "This, perhaps?" And Draco forces Black's head up to kiss him. A real kiss, open mouth and all that. Black sort of shudders, but he doesn't pull away. Good man.


"That's pretty good." Yeah, I can feel some twitching going on.


"You shouldn't have tried anything." Draco tells Black, hissing in his ear. Then he's tracing is tongue along Black's ear, flicking his earlobe. This is a really nice angle. Whenever Draco and I fuck, I can never really see him. He's usually under me, and I've got my eyes closed. Now I can see him in action.


Black keeps his mouth shut.


Draco's pulling at his clothes, tearing at his shirt. Black's well built. Really well built. Draco's hands are all over his chest, and he's licking his neck. There's a look of pure revulsion on Black's face. This is when I realize I'm being turned on by rape. And the rape of someone I know. Personally.


Should I be worried about myself? I mean, I haven't changed any. I'm still me. So I've got...I dunno. Sexual deviations. Don't we all? And Draco's pulling him up, hauling him out of the chair. And he's sitting down instead, and he's got Black on his knees. Oh, this is going to be good. Draco leans down, and I can't hear what he whispers in Black's ear, but he jerks back. Draco narrows his eyes at him.


"Do what he wants Black."


Now I get an evil look, but I don't care. Because Black is very hesitantly undoing Draco's pants. He doesn't want to, and that's really half the thrill. I was always told that rape i just about power, but the way my cock's having a field day in my pants, I'm inclined to say that no, it's about sex.


But isn't there something sexy about power? And I'm not actually raping anybody, I'm just watching my lover do it. And getting off on it.


I think it's time to turn Mr. Brain off.


Draco's not looking all that pleased. Which is hard to figure out, because he's got Black going down on him. And it's really hard to give bad head. I mean, *really* hard. Draco's hand is in Black's hair, and he's moving his hips around. Black really does look like he sucks at it. No pun intended. Maybe he needs someone to show him how to do it...


"Aw, come on Black." I stand up, and I basically pull him off of Draco's cock. Which makes the ever present brat look even more pissed. But I'm about to make it up to him. "You've got a lot to learn."


"I told you I don't do this!" He's got a sort of deep voice. I like it.


"I know. I'm going to show you how."


"Oh merlin Ron, I want him to go down on me, not you."


"I'm not going to go down on you." Another grin. I push Black back onto the floor, and crawl up between his legs. Draco gives this excited little hiss. He knows what I'm going to do, and so does Black because he sort of tenses up and scoots away from me. I grab the waistband of his pants, and rip them down. I was right. He's hung like a...some sort of giant animal. Even completely flaccid, he's pretty damn impressive.


"Look at that..." I lick my lips, trying out my sexy-look on Black, he sort of shifts uncomfortably. I run my hand over his cock, feeling it twitch under my fingers. I rub it for a bit, using the tips of my fingers to hit a bunch of those places that get basic, nerve reactions. And pretty soon I've got him at full erection. Which is actually a kind of scary thing. I'm going to choke myself.


But Draco's looking at us with this expression of pure rapture. I smile up at him, shifting so I'm looking at *him* while I do this, rather then Black. I lower my lips to the head of his cock, taking it into my mouth. Draco shudders. He's touching himself. Holy shit is this an amazing situation.


"Get naked." I whisper to Draco, releasing Black's cock. Draco scurries to comply, shedding his clothing and leaning back in the chair, pale and gloriously devoid of clothes. He's beautiful. And he's holding himself, and stroking himself, and he's staring right at me. Our eyes are locked, and his are dark and hazy and I take Black's cock into my mouth again, working a little more of it in this time. I really have to make an effort to slide it in. It's thick and long, and larger then Macnair's was. And that's saying a lot.


I can't fit it all the way in. And I sort of want to, now. If just to be able to. But I can't. I really *would* choke. But I've got more then half of it in, and the tip of it's tickling the back of my throat. I slide my tongue around it, and I can taste that he's starting to get excited by this. What guy wouldn't? I slide my lips up and down, not going all out. I'm more giving Draco a show then anything else.


"Make him do you...to..." Draco moans. I grin around Black's cock. I let go of it, moving my jaw around afterwards. It's a little stiff. I slip out of my pants, freeing my own painful erection.


"You heard the man." I swing my leg over, so I'm straddling his face. I go back to work on his cock, licking it and teasing it. I drag my tongue all over it, kind of sloppy like. And I feel his mouth on mine, and he's sort of just moving his mouth over it, but I've actually had worse.


"Like you mean it Black, suck it like you mean it." Yeah, so I'm an arse. But he gives a little more of an effort. I just go to town on his, and Draco's going nuts. He's really getting himself off, and that's pretty hot to watch.


"Don't let him finish..." Draco warns me. I nod, slowing down my efforts. I plan on finishing. My own personal punishment, I suppose. I stop licking him, and concentrate on watching Draco wank himself off, and Black's mouth on my own cock. Every so often I give his cock a little lick, just to keep it hard. I know what Draco wants, and I intend to see he gets it.


It takes me about ten minutes, and then I'm climaxing. And Black's choking and gagging and sputtering. But he can't pull away, because his heads on the ground and I'm pinning him there with my knees. Once I'm done, I toll off, and he's got those damn dagger eyes again. He goes to wipe his mouth off, but I stop him. A little bit's escaped out the corner of his mouth, running down his chin in a thick, white line. I glance over at Draco (who has *got* to be close to cumming) and make a big show of licking Black's face clean.


That does it for him. Draco moans and finishes, and then leans back all limp. I've never actually *seen* him climax before. Not...not like that. I mean, I've sucked him off and he's been in me, and all of that. But to watch him bring himself to an orgasm like that was pretty damn amazing.


"You're *sick*." Black tells me. I just smile at him. He has no idea. But I'm really not. I could tell him stories that would make his hair curl.


"How do you want him, Draco?" I ask. I crawl over to him, I rest my head on his knee. "Look...you made a mess of yourself..." I sigh, acting like I'm upset with him. But he knows I'm joking, and he sighs when I lick him clean.


"On my hands and knees..." Draco says, kissing me deeply. I pull him down, and he gets into position. I pet his hair, running my hands through it. I look down at him, and something hits me. Right in the gut. It sort of takes my breath away, and makes my legs weak. And Draco an tell, because all of a sudden he's all worried.


"What?" His face goes all worried and suspicious. "What is it?"


"I just..." I swallow hard, my mouth dry all of a sudden. I'm more shaken by the fact that out of everything that's come before, it takes *this* particular situation to make me realize it. I mean, things have been like this for a while now. I pegged it a few months, but I know it's been quite a bit longer. But now, all of a sudden, naked and spent and watching him wait to get taken by Black, I realize it.


"What?" Panic now.


"I'll tell you later." I kiss him, really softly. And then I look at Black, who's sort of pulled away, legs tucked up under his chin to hide himself. "I think you know what to do Black..."


"I can't." He shakes his head. He's gone soft again. I roll my eyes, and go to work between is legs again. I make sure he's nice and wet, so he slides in easy. And then I give Draco a couple of licks too, to which Black makes an exaggerated gagging noise.


"Shut up and fuck him." I say, moving out of the way. It takes Black a good five minutes to even get close enough. I'm tired of this, I want him gone so I can talk to Draco. I grab his cock in my hand, positioning it for him. Then I shove his hips forward. Draco lets out a yelp, but it's not a pain yelp. Black buries himself in all the way, and his eyes are closed, and he's probably pretending it's some girl, but at this point I don't care. He's thrusting in and out, and I'm kind of afraid he's going to hurt Draco. But Draco seems to be enjoying it. He's moaning, and he's got his eyes closed, and he's rocking against Black's thrusts.


Black climaxes, too. I can tell he hates himself for it, but he does. He pulls out immediately, and Draco
collapses on the floor. Black looks disgusted with himself.


"Go take a bath." I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder. "It's through there." And warded so I know he's not going anywhere. He picks himself up, shakily, and goes to clean himself up.


"Enjoy yourself?" I say, drawing Draco up off the floor and leading him over to the bed.


"Oh yes." I fall back, pulling him down on top of me. He's light in my arms, and he's damp with sweat.


"Good."


"Now what, exactly happened back there?" Sort of a dry tone to his voice. He's suspicious, and I know he thinks I had some sort of revelation that what I'm doing is wrong, and oh no, and what the hell am I doing.


"I realized something. Something important. Something...something I think I might have been ignoring for a while."


"Oh?" How does he do that? He'll be fine, and in an instant he'll go all clipped and cold. "And what, pray tell, is that?"


"I love you."