Jae's Journal

Title: Submission Follows Impression
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Bill/Dennis
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con, creature fic, knotting, cross-dressing, bondage
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1090
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for kaellite, who requested a pairing with Dennis, panties, breeding, handcuffs
Summary: Dennis finds himself submitting again.



Dennis spent a long time in the shower. As he washed, removing the traces of Weasley's passion, he contemplated his current situation. Weasley had brought Dennis to his home the night before and fucked him into submission. Dennis had no complaints in that department. However, Weasley claimed they were now mated, and he seemed determined to get Dennis up the duff with...with werewolf babies.

Dennis had never thought about having children. He was bent, and that was that. His parents were disappointed, but they remained supportive of him. Dennis wasn't sure if they would be pleased with half-were grandchildren or not. For all he knew, he could already be pregnant.

Dennis splayed a hand across his flat abdomen, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. Did he want to have a child? Did he want to be mated to a werewolf, at the mercy of a lascivious creature for the rest of his life?

If the twitch of his cock was any indication when he thought about it, Dennis' body was on board with the idea.

He sighed and turned off the water, grabbing a towel to dry off with as he stepped out of the shower. Dennis wrapped it around his hips and peered into the bedroom. His shoulders relaxed when he saw no sign of Weasley. The tantalizing scent of bacon made his stomach rumble, and it let him know that Weasley was in the kitchen. Dennis reckoned if he could get dressed quickly, he could Apparate safely away.

His clothing was folded neatly on a chair near the bed. Dennis darted forward and grabbed his garments, only to gasp in dismay when he saw that his pants had been replaced with a pair of silky, red knickers.

"From now on, you'll wear panties instead of boxers."

Dennis pivoted to see Weasley looming in the doorway. "But, but I..."

"Get dressed and come to breakfast," said Weasley. "Or, just put the panties on. It's not like you'll be dressed for long, anyway."

Dennis stared after Weasley's retreating back. He gulped and stepped into the knickers, tugging them up over his semi-erect cock. He finished dressing and followed his nose to the kitchen, where he found Weasley loading plates with eggs and bacon and toast.

"Eat up," Weasley instructed, pushing out a chair.

Dennis sat, wincing at lingering aches. He frowned at his plate. "I'm not very hungry."

"Eat it anyway," said Weasley. "You'll need to keep your energy up."

"My energy?"

Weasley nodded. "Breeding sex can be taxing."

Arousal uncoiled in Dennis' stomach, but a part of him also recoiled. "Look, Weasley," he began, "I appreciate that you came to my defense last night, and I admit I enjoyed the sex. However, I have a life to live, and it doesn't include staying here with you and...and having babies."

"If you're done bitching, eat your breakfast."

Dennis' tight shoulders relaxed. He'd been afraid Weasley would explode. Things were still unresolved, but at least he'd made his position clear. Dennis began to eat. The food was delicious, if simple, and he ate most of it before he was full. Dennis set his silverware aside.

"Where is my wand?"

"With mine," Weasley replied.

"Please get it for me," Dennis requested.

"Why?"

"Because I wish to leave."

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear earlier," said Weasley. "You're not leaving."

"You can't force me to stay here!" cried Dennis, shoving his chair back and standing up.

Weasley stood as well and closed the distance between them. Dennis' heart rate sped up, and his prick hardened. Weasley lunged for him, and Dennis squeaked in alarm as he was grabbed around the waist and slung over Weasley's shoulder like a sack of shrivel figs.

"Put me down!" cried Dennis, pounding on Weasley's back with his fists. He yelped when he was abruptly tossed onto the bed he'd only recently vacated.

Weasley muscled Dennis up the bed, grabbing his hands and pulling them over his head. Dennis froze when he felt and heard handcuffs snick around his wrists.

"Hey!"

In grim silence, Weasley dodged Dennis' kicking legs and stripped him down to his scanty knickers. Dennis was ashamed to realize his hardened cock was straining at the silken barrier.

"Beautiful," Weasley murmured. "Turn over and get that arse in the air," he said more firmly. "I can't wait to see your belly get round with my baby."

"You're mad!" Dennis accused. Despite his words, his erection hadn't flagged. He cried out again when an impatient Weasley grasped his hips and forcibly flipped Dennis onto his stomach. His hands ended up crossed over his head, while his outraged curses were muffled in the pillows. Dennis picked his head up and froze when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. He craned his neck to look back and gulped when Weasley freed his thick cock.

The mattress dipped beneath Weasley's weight, and he stroked one palm over Dennis' bum. He then manhandled Dennis into position, pulling his hips up and tugging the knickers down past the curve of his arse.

"Let go of me!" cried Dennis, tugging at his restraints. He gasped when Weasley reached between his legs and groped him.

"You want this, too," Weasley said gruffly. "Stop denying yourself the pleasure."

Dennis couldn't prevent a moan from escaping his lips. He thrust himself into Weasley's crude caress. When he felt Weasley slick him with a spell, Dennis stopped fighting the inevitable.

Weasley gripped Dennis' hips again, lined himself up, and thrust past Dennis' rim and into his lubed hole. Dennis yipped at the painful intrusion, but he didn't try to pull away. He'd always loved being split open by big cocks, and Weasley was the largest he'd taken. When Weasley thrust deeper, Dennis pushed back, wanting more.

They fucked in silence. Their harsh breathing, impassioned groans, the slap of their flesh meeting, and the creaking of the bed were the only sounds in the room.

Dennis spoke first. "Touch me," he begged. He was so close, but he was unable to get a hand on his prick to help things along. Weasley did so, wrapping a calloused palm around Dennis' cock and jerking him off. Dennis wailed, loud and long, as he climaxed.

Weasley continued pounding into him until he pulsed inside of Dennis. That sensation was followed by the feeling of pressure as Weasley's cock swelled into a knot at the base, locking their bodies together.

Breeding sex, Weasley called it.

Dennis gulped for breath. Dear Merlin, what if he was already pregnant?