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ROUND 1
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Fill: Mending the Broken 2
Putting his name on the list was the best thing he had done.
The potion hadn't taken effect immediately, but when Percival Graves took hold of both his husbands to apparate them home, he had felt the pull.
The pull, was a strange feeling in his core, that made him want to just stay really close to his husbands.
It made him shiver a little, made everything too bright and too colourful.
All too soon the pull disappeared because Newt took the first opportunity to run away from him and vanished up the stairs.
"Newt, wait!"
His only answer was a slamming door.
"What did she mean complete the ritual?" Credence asked slowly. He was still looking at his shoes.
"We have to consummate the marriage," Percival said gently.
Credence's head shot up. Whatever colour he had left in him seemed to have fled immediately.
"Oh-" he said very faintly, then passed out.
Percival shouted in alarm but managed to catch Credence before he hit the floor.
"What the hell did you do, you brute!"
Newt appeared at the top of the stairs. He practically vaulted the banister and ran towards them. He shoved at Percival's shoulder and gathered Credence into his arms.
"Don't you dare bully him, he's just a child!" Newt hissed. Percival wanted to defend himself but Newt hefted Credence into his arms and carried him up the stairs.
Percival was left in the living room, stunned and feeling strangely hurt.
###
There really wasn't anything that Percival could do, except prepare dinner.
Percival prepared a roast chicken with tomatoes and broccoli on the side, some mashed potatoes, a pie, and freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Do you have... any clothes?" Credence asked from the doorway to the dining room. He was dressed only in a robe, feet bare on the carpet.
"You can wear anything you find in my room," Percival said immediately, Credence backed away quickly.
"Tell Newt dinner's ready!" Percival yelled after him.
It took twenty minutes and two warming charms before his two husbands appeared, ready to eat.
They took their seats, looking equally uncomfortable, and then started to help themselves.
Percival took the opportunity to pour them some juice.
"So, Newt, they never told me, what is it that you do?" Percival tried to engage in conversation as Newt sliced into his chicken.
"I care for beasts," Newt said, then stuffed his mouth full so that he wouldn't have to talk anymore.
Percival turned to look at Credence.
"What about you, Credence? Why didn't your family come?"
"Ma hates magic."
Percival took a deep breath.
Okay, so maybe not the best thing to mention right now.
Maybe he should leave off with the small talk for now.
Newt magicked his dirty dishes into the sink, then escaped quickly. Credence looked longingly at the stairs, then gave Percival a fearful look.
"Go, go be with Newt." Percival said with a sigh. Credence took off like a gunshot, happy to be dismissed. Percival washed the dishes by himself.
###
It was funny how that even though there were 2 more people in his house, Percival never felt more alone. He curled up in his bed and stared into the darkness.
Newt and Credence seemed to loathe his presence. They didn't want to stay in the same room for any longer than necessary. It was maddening and saddening.
Now, they were sleeping in the next room, together, without Percival.
It was hard not to feel hurt.
###
"Does it hurt?" Credence whispered to Newt.
"What hurt?" Newt asked. The scared, timid, shyness of Credence brought his protective streak out in full force.
Credence curled closer to Newt and made a tiny distressed sound.
"The sex."
"Oh."
"So does it?"
"I don't know?"
Newt really didn't. He was always busy with his beasts anyway. He had never seen the point, or had the time, to go frollicking around with people.
"So how do we do it?"
"Um, do you want me to go first?" Newt wasn't sure how it was done, but anything to protect the younger man.
Credence thought about it.
"Can we go both at once? I don't want to be alone when it happens."
Newt didn't fancy going alone either. Graves was bigger, stronger, more magically inclined than the two of them put together. If he wasn't mistaken, Graves was the 'anchor' in the relationship. He was the one who would be capable of siphoning off their magic to bolster his own if he chose to do so. It was an old old method of helping youngsters learn to control their magic.
Graves could do anything to the both of them, imprison them at home, drain all their magic, hurt them....
"We can try," Newt acquiesed. Credence seemed comforted by his answer and sighed softly.
"I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad you're here too."
###
Percival tried not to be even more hurt when he realized that both husbands, not one but both, weren't wearing the rings he gave them at breakfast. They ate quietly and quickly, then disappeared up the stairs into the guest bedroom that they claimed for their own.
Percival thought about just going to work and leaving them to figure out what they wanted.
But then, he didn't fancy letting them get locked in holding until another suitor came along.
He poured himself a cup of tea and pouted at it.
It didn't help that the pulling sensation in his core had intensified overnight. It wasn't just the tingling, it was the itchy need to be close by and to hold them.
Morgana help him.
Percival drained his scalding tea and then set it back on the saucer a bit harder than needed.
He was a grown man.
He could do this.
He could do this!
Percival gathered his wits about him, made some scones, then brought them up to the guest bedroom.
He knocked gently.
Then knocked gently again.
Then he heard a soft moan and the squeak of the bed.
Percival turned around, and brought the scones back downstairs.
He went outside and took a deep breath.
His husbands. Without him. They were.
Percival aimed his wand at his face and sent a stream of ice cold water over himself.
He wasn't going to mope about it. Nope. He was a grown man and top Auror in MACUSA. He was not going to throw a fit over his husbands choosing each other instead of him.
Percival apparated to the office quickly.
At least there, he had work to distract him.
###
Credence stared up at Newt, face flushed and hair ruffled. They were figuring out how to kiss by practicing on each other and so far, Credence was liking it so much that he wondered how he hadn't discovered it earlier.
Having Newt resting on top of him meant that Credence felt safe and protected. Newt was a nice, warm weight and he kept placing butterfly kisses on Credence's face, nipping at his earlobes, and then rolling his hips in a very, very delightful way.
Credence couldn't hold back his moan. They were bare naked, but hadn't done anything more than cuddle and grind.
Newt seemed to be enjoying himself a lot as well. He was grinning, happy and pleased.
"This is nice," Newt murmured.
Credence agreed.
He kind of wished that Newt was his husband. Technically, Newt explained to him, they were both married to Percival Graves, but not to each other.
Regretfully, consummating the bond between them wouldn't complete the ritual. Like it or not, they still had to have sex with Graves.
"Tonight?" Credence asked.
Newt nodded with a smile. At least, if Percival wasn't nice, they still had each other.
###
Percival came home to find dinner ready. Newt and Credence seemed to have already eaten their fill and left him one portion. Percival dug in enthusiastically. Maybe they were warming up to him? He could bring them shopping tomorrow, buy Credence new clothes, get Newt a tie that didn't look so old and ragged. Maybe they could have dinner some place nice. A walk in the park? Miss Wimblegone had said that Credence was nearly an Obscurus. That meant he hadn't been practicing magic long, maybe Percival could coaaaaach him.
Percival blinked. He was feeling lethargic after eating.
It wasn't unheard of for him to feel sleepy after a meal, but it rarely happened. He trudged up the stairs and stripped off with the intent of getting clean.
Percival yawned all the way through his shower then nearly had a heart attack when he stepped out nude from the bathroom to see two people in his bedroom.
"Mr Graves."
Two voices said as one. Newt was bare, Credence had the sheets draped across his lap.
Newt crossed the room and kissed Percival. He tasted so good. Percival's magic seemed to bloom in response to the contact, surging to the surface of his skin, eager to be closer to this delightful person. Percival leaned forward, chasing those delicious lips. Newt led him to the bed.
His limbs felt heavy, so it wasn't that much of an imposition for Percival to let them lead and guide him into lying down.
There was a slick hand on his cock, teasing him to hardness. Percival wasn't too focused on that though, he was more concerned with getting closer to Credence and nuzzling into the younger man's stomach.
Credence smelled so good. He tasted even better. Percival closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Credence's tongue in his mouth.
His eyes flew open when a wet, hot, heat descended on his hard cock.
Newt was straddling him, cheeks flushed a bright pink as he slowly ground downwards in circular movements.
"Shhh shhh," Credence said softly, threading his hands through Percival's hair.
It felt so good that he couldn't really think.
A part of him said that this wasn't really natural, that something was wrong, but Percival couldn't be bothered to care. He gingerly placed his hands on Newt's hips, not guiding, just following the movements.
Newt rode him faster and faster, mouth falling open and panting until he climaxed, cum spurting all over Percival's abdomen. Percival stared at the white globs. Without thinking, he dipped his finger in it, and then popped it in his mouth. Newt panted for a moment, then eased himself off.
And then
Credence took his place.
Percival groaned. Credence didn't move as well as Newt did, but Percival didn't care. His husbands had come to him. He thrust upwards lazily. Credence's mouth fell open and he moaned softly.
Newt bent over Percival and kissed him slowly.
Percival tried to return the kiss but he was s o- sle e p y . . .
###
Waking up alone wasn't the problem.
Waking up with the clarity that something was wrong, was the problem.
More so when Percival realized what had happened.
He didn't bother to try and greet his husbands. He merely prepared breakfast and then apparated to the office to bury himself in paperwork. Maybe if he filled out enough forms, he could ignore the feeling of being tied to two different men and their magic.
Like the way they seemed to want to ignore him.
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