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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (12/?)

[(Anonymous)]

"I'm not your omega yet." Newt muttered, regretting it a moment later as one of the other man's hands rested at his throat, squeezing it tightly. He squirmed, whimpering and panting. He was the prisoner of Grindelwald, a madman, and he closed his eyes, worried that he could read his thoughts. That he knew he was afraid, that he knew who he was. Graves. He focused on the fact he was the prisoner of Graves. He screamed that thought in his mind in a desperate attempt to stay calm and protect the man chained in the room. The grip was too tight, and he was struggling to breathe. There would be bruises left, he knew that.

"You will be soon." Not-Graves answered, leaning in to stroke the fingers of his other hand through Newt's hair. "So don't be getting any ideas above your station."
"No." Newt whispered, opening his eyes and looking at the floor. "I'm sorry." The grip on his neck lessened slightly, and he gasped. "Thank you sir."

"I don't want to hurt you Newt." Not-Graves told him. Newt nodded, gaze down. "You behave, and this will be so much easier, for both of us."
"Thank you sir." Newt whispered. "I... I'm sorry."
"I forgive you." Not Graves answered, pressing a tender kiss to Newt's forehead. Newt shuddered but leaned in.
"You still not hungry?" Not Graves asked, and Newt shook his head.
"Get to bed. I'll join you when I'm ready." The man ordered, and Newt scurried away. He was grateful to escape his attention, if only for a short while. A quick check reassured him that Pickett was safely in his coat pocket. Knowing that Pickett was still undiscovered, he sat down on the chair and closed his eyes. He drifted away in the silence.

Newt was woken when the other man grabbed him and pulled him to stand. He tugged at his shirt, tearing it open with a rip of fabric. Newt cringed away, scrambling to get his trousers off before those were ruined as well.
"You... you said you wouldn't force me." Newt whispered, and the other man laughed and kissed him again. Newt wanted to escape, but submitted the way he knew that he had to. This was what he was made for. The other man's tongue was in his mouth, and he only just managed to hold still rather than pulling away.

"I won't." Not Graves whispered against his ear, nipping the skin there. "You're going to ask me soon enough..."
There was no answer Newt could give to that, so he went to lay down, feeling Not Graves wrapping his arms around him and pulling Newt against his chest. He could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin separation of Graves’ pyjamas. Newt stared ahead blankly, shuddering at the sensation of prickling beneath his skin. He knew what it signified, even if it was a sensation he had been spared for a decade. This was just a precursor.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, prickles beneath his skin slowly turning to flame. He woke in the morning to the other man nuzzling into his neck, nipping gently over the bonding site.
"Well?" He asked, and Newt shook his head.

"I'll see you this afternoon. I'll ask Picquery for my half days to start today." The man murmured, before getting up and dressing. "I think you might be ready by then."
Newt watched as he disappeared. There was no way he could deny it. He remembered this part, the pain that would build, the terror he would feel as his skin prickled with unspoken need. It always horrified him. It wasn’t something he wanted, but his body would soon be screaming with need.

He knew with certainty that if he was still here when Grindelwald returned, he was not going to be able to avoid him. For now, he could fight his instincts, but it wouldn't last. He was going to be trapped by his own body.

Getting the real Percival free was even more urgent now. He clambered from the bed, pulling on his trousers. He didn't bother with the remains of his shirt, knowing that soon any clothing would be uncomfortable.
"Pickett?" He picked the bowtruckle up carefully, placing him on his bare shoulder. "We need to get Mister Graves out of here. It's important."
Pickett nodded, and they headed to the door. Pickett broke through that door quickly, and Newt looked into the room to see Percival sat there.
"Newt?" Percival asked. "You ... you don't look so good."
"I don't feel so good either." Newt admitted, squirming where he stood. "Sorry..."

"It's not your fault." Percival said softly. "Can you come closer?"
Reluctantly, Newt approached. Percival leaned towards him a little.
"None of this is your fault. Tell me what you need."
"I need to get you out of here." Newt explained, then swallowed. "I really don't want to be with…with him. With anyone."
"If you don't want to, you shouldn’t have to." Percival answered, looking at Pickett curiously. "Who’s that little guy?"
"Pickett. He's a bowtruckle." Newt explained. "They pick locks..." He carefully positioned Pickett so that he could look at the cuffs. "Remarkable creatures really. Fiercely protective of their home tree. Able to attack humans if necessary."
"That's..." Percival nodded. "Impressive. Can he get me out?"

Pickett squeaked, and stuck his tongue out towards Newt and then chittered, gesticulating wildly. Newt managed a smile at that.
"He can. Just... not quickly."
"We've got until...six?" Percival guessed, and Newt shook his head.
"Not that late." Newt swallowed. "Half. He's having half days. He's going to come back and he's ...he's going to..." A whimper escaped him, and he looked away, blinking back terrified tears.

"Not if I can help it. We will get out of here, I swear it." Percival said, and he was trying to sound strong. In a way, it was calming, but Newt knew that Percival couldn't save him while he was chained. Their futures hung on the actions of a bowtruckle.

Newt wrapped his arms around himself, then looked at Percival.
"I... you could-"
"You said you didn't want to." Percival reminded him, voice calming and gentle. Newt shook his head.

"Not that. I just... I don't want to be bonded to... to the darkest wizard alive. Please. I don’t want it to be him. Can you..."
"He'll know you know about me." Percival said softly, and Newt nodded.
"I understand if it's too much to-"
"I'll do it." Percival said firmly. "Your brother will never forgive me, but I'll do it."

Relief swept through Newt like a tidal wave, and he moved towards Percival, settling into his lap. His body was burning up, and he couldn't stop himself rocking his hips slightly. Percival said nothing for a moment, leaning to rest his mouth over the point. The clothing between them was beginning to bother Newt. He wanted to feel an alpha's skin on his own, squirming closer. Percival blew on the mark.
"Are you sure?"
"Certain." Newt answered. In another circumstance, he wouldn't be letting this happen. But given his current choices, well, this was the one he made. His one attempt at control in a situation that was unbearable.

Percival didn't make him wait any longer, lining up and biting down hard enough to break the skin. Newt screamed, a wave of pain that turned into pleasure flowing through him, and he held still, limp in Percival's grip. This was what he had been told he should want. This was meant to be the best moment in an omega’s life, and here he was, shuddering in the arms of a prisoner and filled with fear. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, not from Percival, but he'd have rather been exploring the world with his case than in Percival’s arms.

That thought distressed him, and he started sobbing helplessly. Percival soothed the mark on his neck with tender licks, cleaning the open wound. Newt held still, shaking.
"Newt?" Percival asked, and he sounded frightened. He had made no attempt to press this further, to hurt Newt or take advantage. That calmed Newt a little. "Newt, are you alright?"

Newt nodded. There were no words he could use to express how he felt. Percival shushed him gently, humming softly to him. The song was a lullaby, and it calmed him. Pickett continued to work on the locks binding Percival, and Newt leaned back against him. The presence of Percival calmed him a little, even though he felt sick. The scent was the same as Grindelwald’s, and that made his skin crawl, but he needed to be near an alpha right now. He closed his eyes, focussing on the soft sound of Percival humming to him.

There was a loud pop, and Newt looked up to find Grindelwald staring down at them in disgust, wearing Percival’s face. He pointed his wand at Newt.
“Crucio.” Newt screamed, falling to the floor, his body racked with spasms. The pain on top of the burning that was already filling him left him momentarily blind as half-formed pleas fell from his lips. After a few seconds, the spell was lifted, and Newt lay there gasping for air desperately. He remembered that Theseus had told him once that crucio ‘stung a bit’. He felt shattered, and couldn’t understand how his brother could speak so lightly of it. The wand was drawn again, and Newt cringed away.

Grindelwald smirked, turning his attention to Percival, sending the cruciatus curse at him again and again. Percival was screaming and there was nothing Newt could do, curled up desperately.
“I must have missed the lock…” Grindelwald muttered, grabbing Newt, digging his thumb into the bite on Newt’s shoulder. “You stupid little omega. You smelt an alpha and you just couldn’t resist, huh?”

Grindelwald dragged Newt from the room, and threw him down onto the bed. Panicking, Newt tried to get away. His mind was moving slowly. His heart raced and he wanted to scream.
“Don’t worry.” Grindelwald looked down at him, pulling off what clothing Newt had and exposing his overheated skin to the night air. “I’ll show you what a proper alpha is like.”

“No.” Newt tried to shout, but his voice came out as a trembling whisper. “No. Please.” He squirmed against the bed, trying to pull away, eyes wide in terror.
“Whatever he told you.” Grindelwald spat at him. “It’s not going to make any difference. You won’t be leaving here, either of you.. We share a body. You are mine…” Grindelwald turned Newt onto his front, his teeth sinking into the wound on Newt’s neck, and Newt squirmed, feeling the alpha’s body pressed against his. Grindelwald was still fully dressed, and it wasn’t enough even as it overwhelmed Newt. Want warred with terror, and he buried his face in the pillow, letting himself sob. The hospital had told him he should want this, should find it natural, but he couldn’t relax. He didn’t want to let it happen. He screamed as Grindelwald bit down harder, pulling his legs apart. The skin of his shoulder was tearing and he couldn’t move away.

“STUPEFY!” A voice shouted, and Grindelwald landed on top of him motionless. Newt laid still, whimpering softly. The heavy weight was slowly dragged off of him, and he looked up to see Percival standing there shakily, gripping a wand. He was sweaty, his eyes unfocussed and a trickle of blood was running down from his nose. He sat on the bed, and reached for Newt. He pulled Newt against him for a moment. “Oh hell…Newt. Newt, it’s okay…” Percival told him, and Newt started to sob. He didn’t feel okay. He felt very far from that.

He tried to pull away from him, stumbling, still disoriented. He saw a dressing gown hanging on the back of the door and grabbed it, pulling it over him even though the fabric felt too warm, too much. He needed to be covered, to hide his body from the alphas. Percival was holding Grindelwald’s wand, and Newt watched as he used incarcerous to bind the other man.

Percival picked Grindelwald up and walked away, and Newt watched him go. Going out in public in the middle of a heat was a terrible idea, but remaining here would be worse. He went to the window, gripping at the fastening and trying to pull it open.

Newt screamed as the bracelet around his wrist heated, burning the skin there. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing softly. Strong arms wrapped around him, and he felt someone pick him up, a healing charm cast over the wound. The pain lessened, although the mark remained.
“Damn…” Percival muttered. “We’ll need our department of cursed objects to take a look at that…”

Newt looked up at him, skin burning, eyes shining with need. He leaned in against Percival.
“We can’t get out.” Percival told him softly. “I tried… that Pickett of yours got the cuffs off just in time. I’m sorry…” He summoned over a damp cloth, gently cleaning the mass of blood from Newt’s shoulder. Newt whimpered, rocking against him.

“We’ll find a way out.” Percival promised him, and Newt whimpered. Gently, Percival guided him into bed, wrapping his arms around him. Newt squirmed, the heat burning through him.
“Please?” He whispered, and Percival kissed his forehead, holding him close.
“You don’t want me to.” He said softly, stroking hands over Newt’s arms and trying to ground him. “You’re safe now. I’m going to look after you. You are safe now.”

Newt nuzzled into Percival’s chest, feeling anything but safe.

Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (12/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I'm speechless. I feel so sorry for Newt I don't even know what to write. He is so hurt, so terrified, but he did what he had too - and big, big congratulations for Percival for being able to control himself around Newt. The last thing Newt needed right now was Percival taking him even if Newt is in heat. He doesn't want it and I just love Percival for controlling himself, really.

I'm worried about Grindelwald biting Newt. Does it mean he marked Newt too? Or just because Percival was first, Grindelwald's mark doesn't mean anything?

Thank you so much for this wonderful part. It hurt me a lot and I felt like crying while reading it - Newt's pain was so real, it's amazing - and I can't wait to see everyone's reactions. Will newt try to escape and never come back? Will he be able to do that?

Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (12/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Percival is trying his best despite what is a very difficult situation, and he knows that it's important to look after Newt by respecting his wishes. And what the mark means will be discussed later. Thank you *hugs* Newt's going to be devastated by what's happened. He has to get out before he can escape though