(sorry for delayed update) For the next couple of days, Percival did what he could to avoid Credence. He couldn't face seeing him, having to face what it was that he had done. He had enjoyed taking Credence's mouth, and he knew was afraid of having to meet Credence's eyes again, of the other man realising how much he had enjoyed it. He didn't think he deserved to see him, not after what he had put the boy through.
He sighed a little, staring down at the reports on his desk. Illegal trading was happening in the north of the city, and that at least he was easy for him to work with. It was the kind of work he would have done in his old job. The kind of work that he could do to stop the bad guys, and not end up feeling like a collaborator. These jobs were few and far between these days.
He worked on the reports for a couple of hours before he went to find himself some coffee. He wanted the drink to be able to focus, and stumbled along the corridor without paying any particular attention to what was happening around him. He only realised his mistake when someone grabbed him, shoving him into what appeared to be a supply closet.
"Credence?" He asked, shocked by the man in front of him. Credence blinked at the name, and smiled sadly. The room wasn't big enough for the two of them, and they were pressed up together, Credence's thin arms bracketing Percival's shoulders. "Sorry." He whispered, cringing a little and looking down. "I'm sorry." Credence shook his head. "I know I shouldn't be doing this-" He swallowed and shook his head. "But I... you have been avoiding me, and-" "What are you doing out?" "He sent me to fetch him some water." Credence admitted, ducking his head and shivering. "I'm sorry. I just... I needed.. I needed to see you. I know you're angry with me."
"You were ..." Percival sighed. "I was avoiding you. I was angry with myself, not with you." Credence leaned in and kissed him softly, before pulling away. Percival hated himself for kissing him back. "I'll see you soon?" He asked, and there was a sense of desperation in his voice which startled him. Percival could tell that Credence was desperate, and he nodded quickly. "You will. Now go, he'll realise that you are missing."
Credence slipped out of the room, leaving Percival alone. He closed his eyes, and counted slowly in his head. He heard nothing outside, and cautiously he emerged. The corridor was empty. He went to fetch his coffee, and then continued to get on with his paperwork.
That evening, he slipped back to the bakery, walking through to the back room and finding the case. He knocked, and then climbed down the ladder, finding himself face to face with Newt's wand. "Hello." He murmured, holding out a collection of jewellery and screws. "I bring tribute for your niffler." Newt relaxed a little and took the offering, dropping the shiny objects to the floor. The young magizoologist was the only visible person, the rest of the resisting wizards hiding deeper in the case.
"It's you." "I've told you, I won't let him find where you are. But I need your help." "What about?" Newt asked, and he looked concerned. Percival could understand that wariness - Newt worried about the beasts and creatures he adored. "I want to know if there's any way to remove an obscurus without killing the host."
"Credence?" Newt whispered, and Percival nodded. "I don't know. Right now, I honestly don't know if it's possible, but I am going to do what I can to find out. I'll research. Do you have any news on Tina?" "Her leg is healing up well." Percival reassured him. "Queenie sees her most days. How are things here?" "We're alright." Newt answered. "I'll get to work to see if I can do something about the obscurus. Go."
Percival clambered back out of the ladder and heading up to the bakery, nodding at the No-Maj and making his way back to his apartment. He lay down on the bed, trying to push the thoughts of Credence from his mind. He could still picture the way the young man had kissed him in the cupboard, remembered the sensation of Credence's mouth around him.
He lay in bed, feeling his body growing hard. He moved to stroke himself, picturing Credence in front of him. In his mind though, he was picturing Credence as willing, imagining coaxing soft breathless moans from him. They were in the bed. It was foolish, he was too old to indulge in such fantasies, but just for tonight he could allow it. He moaned out Credence's name as he climaxed, wiping himself down with a wandless spell.
He panted slightly, trying to remind himself that Credence was part of the plan. That Grindelwald had used a mirror of Percival's body to rape the man. That his own feelings couldn't get in the way of what was important. His priority was killing Grindelwald and freeing Picquery, and if Credence got caught in the crossfire he would have to allow it.
***
He was just putting the final touches to his latest report, summarizing the smuggling operation that he had broken up when there was a knock on his office door. "Come in." Queenie walked in, holding out a cup of coffee. Her hands were shaking a little, and she put the coffee down slightly too hard. Only with a quick wave of his hand was he able to stop the cup from breaking.
"Anything wrong Goldstein?" He asked. He was aware that his room was probably being spied on, that Grindelwald could hear everything that was said. "No sir." Queenie answered, then glanced at the cup. "Let me know if you need another drink." "Of course. You may leave." He told her, and she walked away. Percival waited a moment before lifting the cup, and found a small note beneath it. 'Picquery needs medical assistance.'
Percival thought of the curses he had inflicted upon her, the way he had tortured her on Grindelwald's orders. He couldn't allow her to die. He would have to go and see Grindelwald. He destroyed the note.
He made his way along to Grindelwald's throne room. He knocked on the door. "Come in." Grindelwald's voice called, and he stepped inside. His eyes were drawn for a moment to Credence kneeling beside Grindelwald, naked aside from the collar once more. But he tore his gaze away, looking instead at the dark wizard.
The Moonflower (Graves/Credence noncon) Part 4 of 12
For the next couple of days, Percival did what he could to avoid Credence. He couldn't face seeing him, having to face what it was that he had done. He had enjoyed taking Credence's mouth, and he knew was afraid of having to meet Credence's eyes again, of the other man realising how much he had enjoyed it. He didn't think he deserved to see him, not after what he had put the boy through.
He sighed a little, staring down at the reports on his desk. Illegal trading was happening in the north of the city, and that at least he was easy for him to work with. It was the kind of work he would have done in his old job. The kind of work that he could do to stop the bad guys, and not end up feeling like a collaborator. These jobs were few and far between these days.
He worked on the reports for a couple of hours before he went to find himself some coffee. He wanted the drink to be able to focus, and stumbled along the corridor without paying any particular attention to what was happening around him. He only realised his mistake when someone grabbed him, shoving him into what appeared to be a supply closet.
"Credence?" He asked, shocked by the man in front of him. Credence blinked at the name, and smiled sadly. The room wasn't big enough for the two of them, and they were pressed up together, Credence's thin arms bracketing Percival's shoulders.
"Sorry." He whispered, cringing a little and looking down. "I'm sorry." Credence shook his head. "I know I shouldn't be doing this-" He swallowed and shook his head. "But I... you have been avoiding me, and-"
"What are you doing out?"
"He sent me to fetch him some water." Credence admitted, ducking his head and shivering. "I'm sorry. I just... I needed.. I needed to see you. I know you're angry with me."
"You were ..." Percival sighed. "I was avoiding you. I was angry with myself, not with you."
Credence leaned in and kissed him softly, before pulling away. Percival hated himself for kissing him back.
"I'll see you soon?" He asked, and there was a sense of desperation in his voice which startled him. Percival could tell that Credence was desperate, and he nodded quickly.
"You will. Now go, he'll realise that you are missing."
Credence slipped out of the room, leaving Percival alone. He closed his eyes, and counted slowly in his head. He heard nothing outside, and cautiously he emerged. The corridor was empty. He went to fetch his coffee, and then continued to get on with his paperwork.
That evening, he slipped back to the bakery, walking through to the back room and finding the case. He knocked, and then climbed down the ladder, finding himself face to face with Newt's wand.
"Hello." He murmured, holding out a collection of jewellery and screws. "I bring tribute for your niffler."
Newt relaxed a little and took the offering, dropping the shiny objects to the floor. The young magizoologist was the only visible person, the rest of the resisting wizards hiding deeper in the case.
"It's you."
"I've told you, I won't let him find where you are. But I need your help."
"What about?" Newt asked, and he looked concerned. Percival could understand that wariness - Newt worried about the beasts and creatures he adored.
"I want to know if there's any way to remove an obscurus without killing the host."
"Credence?" Newt whispered, and Percival nodded. "I don't know. Right now, I honestly don't know if it's possible, but I am going to do what I can to find out. I'll research. Do you have any news on Tina?"
"Her leg is healing up well." Percival reassured him. "Queenie sees her most days. How are things here?"
"We're alright." Newt answered. "I'll get to work to see if I can do something about the obscurus. Go."
Percival clambered back out of the ladder and heading up to the bakery, nodding at the No-Maj and making his way back to his apartment. He lay down on the bed, trying to push the thoughts of Credence from his mind. He could still picture the way the young man had kissed him in the cupboard, remembered the sensation of Credence's mouth around him.
He lay in bed, feeling his body growing hard. He moved to stroke himself, picturing Credence in front of him. In his mind though, he was picturing Credence as willing, imagining coaxing soft breathless moans from him. They were in the bed. It was foolish, he was too old to indulge in such fantasies, but just for tonight he could allow it. He moaned out Credence's name as he climaxed, wiping himself down with a wandless spell.
He panted slightly, trying to remind himself that Credence was part of the plan. That Grindelwald had used a mirror of Percival's body to rape the man. That his own feelings couldn't get in the way of what was important. His priority was killing Grindelwald and freeing Picquery, and if Credence got caught in the crossfire he would have to allow it.
***
He was just putting the final touches to his latest report, summarizing the smuggling operation that he had broken up when there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in."
Queenie walked in, holding out a cup of coffee. Her hands were shaking a little, and she put the coffee down slightly too hard. Only with a quick wave of his hand was he able to stop the cup from breaking.
"Anything wrong Goldstein?" He asked. He was aware that his room was probably being spied on, that Grindelwald could hear everything that was said.
"No sir." Queenie answered, then glanced at the cup. "Let me know if you need another drink."
"Of course. You may leave." He told her, and she walked away. Percival waited a moment before lifting the cup, and found a small note beneath it.
'Picquery needs medical assistance.'
Percival thought of the curses he had inflicted upon her, the way he had tortured her on Grindelwald's orders. He couldn't allow her to die. He would have to go and see Grindelwald. He destroyed the note.
He made his way along to Grindelwald's throne room. He knocked on the door.
"Come in." Grindelwald's voice called, and he stepped inside. His eyes were drawn for a moment to Credence kneeling beside Grindelwald, naked aside from the collar once more. But he tore his gaze away, looking instead at the dark wizard.