He wasn't quite sure what to expect when he got home. He had always known that he was attracted to men, wanted them to be in charge of him, but the closest he had to putting that into action was the interaction he had had with Grindelwald. He could feel his body tensing at the memories which bubbled up, the reminders of the hell that other man had put him through. He unlocked the door with a shaking hand, and Newt pushed the door open, kicked off his shoes and hung his coat by the door. He looked expectantly at Percival, who did the same.
"What's on your mind?" Newt asked, nose slightly wrinkled in disapproval. Percival felt oddly guilty for his fear, but he licked his lips and tried to explain. "I'm thinking about Grindelwald. I don't want this to hurt." "Can you take your shirt off for me, Percival?" Newt asked, his voice gentle. He walked through into the living room, lighting the fire and sitting in the leather armchair with his legs spread. A wave of his wand called a cushion from another armchair to the floor in front of him.
Feeling slightly self-conscious, Percival undid his shirt, moving to stand in front of Newt as he did so. Newt's eyes ran over him, and then he smiled. "Sit down. Back towards me, there you go..." He guided Percival so that he was sitting on the cushion, sides bracketed by Newt's legs. Newt's hands began to run over his shoulders, firm and soothing, fingertips tracing old scars. For a few minutes, nothing was said and Percival felt himself relaxing. "There we go." Newt murmured. "Such a good boy. I'm not going to hurt you, because you are good for me, aren't you?" Percival nodded, aware he should be feeling ashamed of wanting this so badly, but lacking the energy or desire to protest. "You are." Newt cooed, leaning in to brush his lips to Percival's ear. "So beautiful like this. Mine to touch and mine to take care of... My good boy."
Percival couldn't even hide his shiver that time, but Newt merely pressed another kiss to his shoulder, and kept up the massaging, gentle words wiping away the stains of his memory.
Eventually, as the fire burned low, Newt stood up, guiding Percival to stand beside him. "I'm going to take you to bed now, my good boy. I'm going to lay you on your back, and use my fingers to get you ready for me. Then I'm going to take you apart, see just how well you can moan for me. Does my good boy want that?" "Please, sir." Percival whispered, and let Newt take him to bed.
"Undress for me." Newt demanded when they were in the bedroom, and Percival obeyed, removing the rest of his clothing and lying down naked on the bed when told to. He was aware of the way Newt was still dressed, and he moaned at the contrast the two of them made. "Spread your legs for me, there we go, you're so wonderful for me."
The sensation of Newt's fingers pressing into him made him rock his hips softly, but Newt's hand pinned his hips in place, guiding him to lay back and take it as he was slowly opened up. Newt kept up a steady string of praise, pausing only to press hot kisses to Percival's chest.
"Are you ready for me now?" Newt asked, pausing the kisses and touches. Percival nodded, and was rewarded by Newt's mouth slipping down his body to press over his cock for a moment, the hot wet heat surrounding him one moment and then disappearing. "Good..." Newt lined up, and slowly pushed into him, rocking his hips carefully. "I'm going to take such good care of you..." Newt rolled his hips again, and Percival moaned at the sensation. Newt continued, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "You are so gorgeous. You are mine and I am going to take care of you and take those bad memories away. I am going to look after you and make sure you take care of yourself. When I am here with you, you don't need to worry about a thing because I am in control." He moaned, thrusting faster, and Percival whimpered in pleasure. "I can stay if you want. I'll work on my manuscript, and you can sit between my legs and listen to the radio, or read the papers. Maybe do some paperwork.."
Newt was thrusting faster now, his climax rushing up towards him. "Maybe if you need me to take you away more than that you can put your mouth to good use, pleasure me or just keep me warm. I'm betting the inside of your mouth feels amazing, Percival..."
Release swept through Percival and he trembled at the strength of the sensation, falling back and panting desperately. Newt rained kisses down across his face and throat before he came, filling Percival.
Percival expected Newt to pull away immediately, but instead he stayed in place, stroking his fingers through Percival's hair. "Was that good?" Percival nodded, words momentarily beyond him. Newt smiled and pulled out, reaching for his wand to clean them both, and then laying down, guiding Percival to lay against him. "You looked so beautiful like that... I'd do this happily again, if you'd like that? You like what I said?"
Percival nodded, and Newt's hand rested on his throat, a firming weight. "You're mine." Newt whispered, and Percival couldn't think of anything better.
***
Work became easier when he knew that every night he would be able to return to Newt's arms. Newt would feed him breakfast in the morning, and kiss him, often leaving love bites scattered across his neck. Then at lunch time, if Newt could he would bring around a pastry, and if he was too busy one would appear at Percival's desk.
The rest of the department knew that they were together of course, but didn't understand how their relationship worked. They assumed that Percival was in charge. Newt was a bumbling creature-obsessed foreigner, and Percival was back in control as much he had been prior to Grindelwald's attack. He was training the new aurors, and working with more energy than he had for years. Everyone agreed that Scamander was good for him.
That at least was true. Newt told Percival he used positive reinforcement to care for him. Percival didn't worry so much about the name of what he did, as long as it continued to feel so good. After how Grindelwald had abused and hurt him, what Newt did was the opposite, and he cherished every moment of it.
A year after Percival’s rescue, the auror department corralled him into going out for a meal with them to celebrate his continued survival. Tina invited Newt, because it was only right that he came, and Newt turned up in a suit. He looked beautiful, and Percival smiled a little at him, offering his hand to him. Newt cuddled up against his side, walking with him to the restaurant.
Percival had been persuaded by Tina to pick a restaurant, and had chosen the one Newt had taken him on their first night. There was a table waiting for them by the window, and Percival sat with Newt on one side and Tina on the other. Newt rested his hand on Percival’s thigh. When the waiter came over, Newt placed an order for both of them, the same meal that they had had on their first night. Tina frowned a little, and some of the younger aurors looked confused, but Newt just smiled, and Percival leaned against him.
***
A week after the meal, Newt let himself into Percival’s office with his usual bag of lunch. His expression looked a little uncertain, more cautious than Percival was used to, and Percival stood to offer support. Newt shook his head. “Sit down.”
Percival returned to his seat, watching Newt carefully as he approached. “I…got you something.” Newt murmured, pulling what looked like a wand box from his coat. He opened it up, and showed Percival – a black leather collar lay inside it. Written along its length were four words. Property of Newton Scamander
Newt looked at Percival, nibbling on his lip, and Percival realised at that moment Newt was worried. He smiled and bowed his head, and Newt fastened it around his throat, sliding it so that it hid beneath his shirt. Newt’s hand rested over it for a moment, and Percival moaned.
“That… that’s to show you that you are mine. A reminder, for when I’m not there, that you are my good boy and I want you to be careful. You understand?” Percival nodded.
“That’s to show you that you are mine.” Newt repeated, and then reached into another of his coat’s cavernous pockets, and pulled out a far smaller box. He opened it, showing two silver rings, one engraved with Percival’s initials, and one with Newt’s. Newt placed the one marked “P.G.” onto his own finger, then held out the other. Carefully, Percival raised his hand, and Newt kissed his finger before sliding on the ring. “And this is to show the world you are mine.”
Ways of Living (Part 2/2)
"What's on your mind?" Newt asked, nose slightly wrinkled in disapproval. Percival felt oddly guilty for his fear, but he licked his lips and tried to explain.
"I'm thinking about Grindelwald. I don't want this to hurt."
"Can you take your shirt off for me, Percival?" Newt asked, his voice gentle. He walked through into the living room, lighting the fire and sitting in the leather armchair with his legs spread. A wave of his wand called a cushion from another armchair to the floor in front of him.
Feeling slightly self-conscious, Percival undid his shirt, moving to stand in front of Newt as he did so. Newt's eyes ran over him, and then he smiled.
"Sit down. Back towards me, there you go..." He guided Percival so that he was sitting on the cushion, sides bracketed by Newt's legs. Newt's hands began to run over his shoulders, firm and soothing, fingertips tracing old scars. For a few minutes, nothing was said and Percival felt himself relaxing.
"There we go." Newt murmured. "Such a good boy. I'm not going to hurt you, because you are good for me, aren't you?"
Percival nodded, aware he should be feeling ashamed of wanting this so badly, but lacking the energy or desire to protest.
"You are." Newt cooed, leaning in to brush his lips to Percival's ear. "So beautiful like this. Mine to touch and mine to take care of... My good boy."
Percival couldn't even hide his shiver that time, but Newt merely pressed another kiss to his shoulder, and kept up the massaging, gentle words wiping away the stains of his memory.
Eventually, as the fire burned low, Newt stood up, guiding Percival to stand beside him.
"I'm going to take you to bed now, my good boy. I'm going to lay you on your back, and use my fingers to get you ready for me. Then I'm going to take you apart, see just how well you can moan for me. Does my good boy want that?"
"Please, sir." Percival whispered, and let Newt take him to bed.
"Undress for me." Newt demanded when they were in the bedroom, and Percival obeyed, removing the rest of his clothing and lying down naked on the bed when told to. He was aware of the way Newt was still dressed, and he moaned at the contrast the two of them made. "Spread your legs for me, there we go, you're so wonderful for me."
The sensation of Newt's fingers pressing into him made him rock his hips softly, but Newt's hand pinned his hips in place, guiding him to lay back and take it as he was slowly opened up. Newt kept up a steady string of praise, pausing only to press hot kisses to Percival's chest.
"Are you ready for me now?" Newt asked, pausing the kisses and touches. Percival nodded, and was rewarded by Newt's mouth slipping down his body to press over his cock for a moment, the hot wet heat surrounding him one moment and then disappearing.
"Good..." Newt lined up, and slowly pushed into him, rocking his hips carefully. "I'm going to take such good care of you..." Newt rolled his hips again, and Percival moaned at the sensation. Newt continued, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"You are so gorgeous. You are mine and I am going to take care of you and take those bad memories away. I am going to look after you and make sure you take care of yourself. When I am here with you, you don't need to worry about a thing because I am in control." He moaned, thrusting faster, and Percival whimpered in pleasure. "I can stay if you want. I'll work on my manuscript, and you can sit between my legs and listen to the radio, or read the papers. Maybe do some paperwork.."
Newt was thrusting faster now, his climax rushing up towards him.
"Maybe if you need me to take you away more than that you can put your mouth to good use, pleasure me or just keep me warm. I'm betting the inside of your mouth feels amazing, Percival..."
Release swept through Percival and he trembled at the strength of the sensation, falling back and panting desperately. Newt rained kisses down across his face and throat before he came, filling Percival.
Percival expected Newt to pull away immediately, but instead he stayed in place, stroking his fingers through Percival's hair.
"Was that good?"
Percival nodded, words momentarily beyond him. Newt smiled and pulled out, reaching for his wand to clean them both, and then laying down, guiding Percival to lay against him.
"You looked so beautiful like that... I'd do this happily again, if you'd like that? You like what I said?"
Percival nodded, and Newt's hand rested on his throat, a firming weight.
"You're mine." Newt whispered, and Percival couldn't think of anything better.
***
Work became easier when he knew that every night he would be able to return to Newt's arms. Newt would feed him breakfast in the morning, and kiss him, often leaving love bites scattered across his neck. Then at lunch time, if Newt could he would bring around a pastry, and if he was too busy one would appear at Percival's desk.
The rest of the department knew that they were together of course, but didn't understand how their relationship worked. They assumed that Percival was in charge. Newt was a bumbling creature-obsessed foreigner, and Percival was back in control as much he had been prior to Grindelwald's attack. He was training the new aurors, and working with more energy than he had for years. Everyone agreed that Scamander was good for him.
That at least was true. Newt told Percival he used positive reinforcement to care for him. Percival didn't worry so much about the name of what he did, as long as it continued to feel so good. After how Grindelwald had abused and hurt him, what Newt did was the opposite, and he cherished every moment of it.
A year after Percival’s rescue, the auror department corralled him into going out for a meal with them to celebrate his continued survival. Tina invited Newt, because it was only right that he came, and Newt turned up in a suit. He looked beautiful, and Percival smiled a little at him, offering his hand to him. Newt cuddled up against his side, walking with him to the restaurant.
Percival had been persuaded by Tina to pick a restaurant, and had chosen the one Newt had taken him on their first night. There was a table waiting for them by the window, and Percival sat with Newt on one side and Tina on the other. Newt rested his hand on Percival’s thigh. When the waiter came over, Newt placed an order for both of them, the same meal that they had had on their first night. Tina frowned a little, and some of the younger aurors looked confused, but Newt just smiled, and Percival leaned against him.
***
A week after the meal, Newt let himself into Percival’s office with his usual bag of lunch. His expression looked a little uncertain, more cautious than Percival was used to, and Percival stood to offer support. Newt shook his head.
“Sit down.”
Percival returned to his seat, watching Newt carefully as he approached.
“I…got you something.” Newt murmured, pulling what looked like a wand box from his coat. He opened it up, and showed Percival – a black leather collar lay inside it. Written along its length were four words.
Property of Newton Scamander
Newt looked at Percival, nibbling on his lip, and Percival realised at that moment Newt was worried. He smiled and bowed his head, and Newt fastened it around his throat, sliding it so that it hid beneath his shirt. Newt’s hand rested over it for a moment, and Percival moaned.
“That… that’s to show you that you are mine. A reminder, for when I’m not there, that you are my good boy and I want you to be careful. You understand?”
Percival nodded.
“That’s to show you that you are mine.” Newt repeated, and then reached into another of his coat’s cavernous pockets, and pulled out a far smaller box. He opened it, showing two silver rings, one engraved with Percival’s initials, and one with Newt’s. Newt placed the one marked “P.G.” onto his own finger, then held out the other. Carefully, Percival raised his hand, and Newt kissed his finger before sliding on the ring. “And this is to show the world you are mine.”