|serpens_fic (serpens_fic) wrote,|
@ 2012-03-24 00:02:00
|Entry tags:||dark, fic, james/severus, one shot|
FIC: Dast Dare, NC17, James/Severus (WARNINGS)
Title: Dast Dare
Word count: 7000ish~
Warnings: Noncon, violence, verbal abuse, humiliation, first time sex, violence, slight chan (winter of their 7th year)
Summary: Dast Dare was a wizarding variant of truth or dare favoured by the dark supporters. Rules were set prior to rounds; each round lasted a week. And those who chickened out on their dare were magically bound to honor the penalty.
Author/Artist's notes: This is not the fluffy-type noncon where everyone orgasms and has a jolly good time! This was written to be hurty to indulge a dark bunny I had. If it’s not your thing....don’t read it.
A fire crackled merrily in the hearth in the Gryffindor common room, still decked out in wintery decoration. It was mostly empty; nearly all the students had gone home for hols. Remus Lupin was staying because Hogwarts offered the best security for a werewolf. James was staying to keep him company, Sirius was avoiding his family, and Peter was staying ostensibly because the other three were.
They played Exploding Snap with bored intensity until the last card exploded in Lupin’s face. The werewolf laughed good-naturedly and flung down the last of his tattered hand. “And that’s that! Any other plans for hols, besides cards and butterbeer? There are no birds to lay, and scarcely anyone to prank. Full moon is a good week away, yet.”
Sirius winked at Lupin across the table. “How about a game of Dast Dare?” Sirius had learned the game from his cousins and shared it with the Marauders. Traditionally it was favoured by dark wizarding families as a way of gradually introducing the Dark Arts.
“Wizarding, or muggle?” Remus wanted to know, “And anything off limits?
“Wizarding. No Unforgiveables, but everything else goes,” Sirius explained. “We can pick up where we left off last time. What, afraid to play with the men, Wormtail?”
Pettigrew fidgeted uncomfortably and picked at the fraying seam of a worn couch cushion. “Last time we played you made me streak through Hufflepuff,” he whined.
“You didn’t have to take the dare,” Remus pointed out reasonably. He grinned when Peter scowled at him. “You could have taken the penalty instead.” Wizarding Dast Dare was binding; if the dare wasn’t carried out within a week of the issued challenge, the participant would be forced to carry out the penalty.
“The penalty was worse!”
“How about we make James go first?” Sirius’ smile was mischievous.
“Something tells me you’ve got something particularly nasty up your sleeve, Padfoot,” James said lazily, boneless in the heat from the fireplace. He twisted a battered pine twig in his fingers, the bruised needles releasing a faint resiny scent.
“Me?” Sirius sat up straight, exuding an aura of innocence. “You know I only save only the best for my dear friend Prongs, mate!”
James threw the pine twig at him. “Fine, we’ll play Dast Dare. It’s not like Hoggywarts has a lot of people to be humiliated in front of right now. What’s your dare, then?”
“Thanks to the chastity detection spell I learned from my illustrious family, I happen to know there are two virgins under Hogwarts’ roof.” James sat a little straighter; surely anything having to do with virgins couldn’t be too bad!
Sirius was continuing on. “Your dare is to fuck your assigned virgin. How you manage it is up to you, but only actual penetrative intercourse counts - oral sex, masturbation, proxy, or frottage don’t count towards your dare.”
That didn’t sound so bad. “Who’s the lucky virgin?”
“Severus Snape, a.k.a. Snivellus.” Black’s grin was absolutely maniacal.
“Snivellus?” James was so disturbed that his voice had gone up an octave. “Are you insane? He’s greasy and foul and ugly as they come - but I could overlook that. Maybe. In a dark room, with a lust potion and an Obliviate for afters. The real problem is that he’s a bloke, Pads, and I don’t beat for my own team!” He pretended to retch with disgust and dropped his head into his hands theatrically. “Isn’t this a dare better suited for you or Moony?”
Sirius stretched, the pop of his vertebrae loud in the almost empty room. “You won’t know unless you try it at least once, Prongs. Look at it this way: even if it’s awful, no one would blame you for being a bad lay. Plus you’ll be doing Sniv a favour!”
Potter’s glare from between his fingers could have melted stone if Sirius hadn’t grown used to it ages ago. “Alright, what’s the penalty?”
“If you fail, the other virgin gets to fuck you.”
Potter’s head snapped up. “What? Absolutely not! Who’s the other?” He looked honestly ill at the thought and crossed his legs uncomfortably, looking from face to face. Sirius was grinning; Remus looked surprised; Pettigrew -
Peter was red-faced and almost falling off the couch in shocked delight.
“Really? I can?” he squeaked, looking between Sirius and James.
“Yes, if James - “ Sirius began.
“No,” James cut him off, firmly. “No one is getting near my arse, thank you very much.” He sent a furious, disgusted look at Sirius. “And it’s the absolutely last time I play Dast Dare with someone from a dark house.” It was one of the biggest insults he could give, and Sirius flinched. Peter looked crestfallen.
James stood to go to bed; the camaraderie was broken.
“Prongs, I - it’s just a bit of tail, alright?” Sirius said anxiously, but James shook his head.
His expression was a cross between revulsion and anger. “It’s different when it’s my tail.”