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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Credence_Barebone/Original_Percival_Graves, Credence_Barebone/Gellert
      Grindelwald, Credence_Barebone/Percival_Graves_|_Gellert_Grindelwald,
      Credence_Barebone/Original_Percival_Graves/Gellert_Grindelwald
  Character:
      Credence_Barebone, Original_Percival_Graves, Gellert_Grindelwald,
      Seraphina_Picquery, Newt_Scamander, Tina_Goldstein, Queenie_Goldstein,
      Jacob_Kowalski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Mob, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern
      Setting, alternative_universe_no_magic, AU, Angst, Emotional_Hurt/
      Comfort, Underage_Sex, Underage_Prostitution, asshole!gellert,
      undercover!graves, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Rimming, Edgeplay, Blow
      Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Smut, Threesome_-_M/M/M, hurt!credence, A_little_bit_of
      plot, PWP, non_con, Double_Anal_Penetration, Cock_Ring, Jealousy,
      Possessive_Behavior, face_fucking, Bondage, S&M, Rough_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-06 Completed: 2017-05-30 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 20128
****** Feist ******
by classicasshole
Summary
     Undercover cop Graves is working to bring down crime boss
     Grindelwald. Things become complicated when Graves falls for
     Grindelwald's young 'companion' Credence.
Notes
     I definitely have too many unfinished fics but oh well, I'll add
     another one
      
     trying to up my smut game let me know what you think
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
With blood pounding in his ears, he only vaguely hears the police sirens that
are right behind him. He takes a sharp corner, two wheels lifting off the
ground, almost tipping the top-heavy truck over. He needs to ditch the truck
its way too recognizable, but he has to keep the cops distracted for a while
longer. Graves curses as he side swipes a people carrier. The cops chasing him
don't know he's undercover, if he's caught its jail time. If he blows his cover
to avoid jail, then its witness protection. He needs to avoid both those
outcomes. He has been working this case for too long to blow it because he got
caught by a couple of rookies who think they're Steve McQueen in Bullet.
Graves keeps checking his watch, Grindelwald had ordered him to divert the cops
from the docks for as long as possible, it has been 40 minutes, the deal should
definitely be done by now and he can't keep this chase up much longer. He
manages to lose his tail thanks to the combination of hapless drives and
incompetent police. Graves ditches the truck in an abandoned warehouse in an
industrial estate at the edge of town and torches it. Taking out his phone he
shoots a text to Grindelwald, letting the boss know he's done his job.
Walking out of the deserted industrial estate it begins to rain, a fine sheet,
almost a mist. Pulling out a cigarette Graves makes his way to an intersection
and waits to be picked up by a foot soldier. The fine rain is deceiving and he
is soaked in minutes, his cigarette turning soggy and limp. Since starting
undercover his old habit has come back ten-fold, he's up to a pack a day again.
It’s the only outward indication that the stress is getting to him. He has been
undercover for 6 months now, working his way into Grindelwald's inner circle.
Graves had been the perfect choice for the job, no family ties that could be
exploited, not many friends outside of work. Picquery knew when she picked him
that he would do what was necessary to make this a successful operation, that
Graves wouldn't buckle under the pressure. God, it was hard not to hate her
sometimes. Sure, he respected his boss, but Seraphina got to sit in her office,
removed from the realities of the case. It was Graves who had to execute a
small-time drug dealer to prove his loyalty to Grindelwald and his gang, but
Graves was willing to look at the bigger picture. Sure, he could get his hands
dirty if it meant putting Grindelwald away and slowing the flow of drugs into
the city. Not many people are suited for this kind of work. As Grave waits in
the rain for his lift he ponders why he is so good at this kind of work. Does
it make him a bad person? That he is willing to sacrifice some less-wholesome
people for the greater good? It’s hard to know anymore, but he'll keep going
till he drops. What other options does he have? Sit at a desk like Picquery and
order cops, fresh out of the academy, out onto the streets, into firefights.
No, he couldn't do that. He belongs in the thick of it, he's a fighter.
The drive to his apartment is quiet and a little tense. The deal had gone down
successfully. 500 pounds of cocaine was now making its way to distribution
centers all across the city. He doesn't know his driver, some low-ranking
member, but he had given Graves the signal so he hopped in the car when it
pulled up. Despite the night's success a meeting had been called, it has
everyone on edge. Grindelwald is unpredictable at the best of times. He's a
genius but highly unstable. The meeting is at Grindelwald's club, the inner
circle, plus Graves, has been summoned and everyone is to be there at 1 am.
Graves, while happy to be invited to the meeting, is wondering what it could
possibly be about.
In his apartment, he has a shower and gets ready. The place is pretty empty,
just the bare necessities. He had to add a few pieces to make so it wasn't
obviously an undercover apartment, just in case any of his new associates
decides to drop by. He ate a quick dinner, last night's take out, and decided
to check in with the team before heading out. Putting the hidden sim into his
burner phone. It only rings once before its picked up,
"Picquery".
"It’s Graves. The delivery was successful. 500 pounds of coke is now spread out
across the city. It was an import from a Mexican cartel, standard freighter,
they paid off the guards at the docks."
"Were you there when it went down? Any new faces?"
"No I had to run interference, those new cops in the department really need
driving lessons."
"Grindelwald still doesn't trust you fully yet, sending you off whenever a deal
is being made. We have to consider stepping back, if he suspects anything-"
"He doesn't. And I'm not throwing away six months of work just because I had to
run distraction this time. I'm close. I know I am. I'm heading to the club now,
there's a meeting of the tops guys."
"Ok. Check in if when there are any new developments."
Hanging up he takes the sim out of the burner phone and tapes it back on the
underside of the cistern. Looking in the bathroom mirror he slicks back his
hair, he's going in a simple white wife beater with a dark blue shirt over it,
jeans and a pair of black boots. Not his preferred style but he has to blend
in. He gives himself another once over before grabbing his phone and keys and
heading to the club.
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Graves makes it to the club on time. He has been to Hallows enough that he can
walk right up to the doors, skipping the queue, and the bouncers wave him on
in. The club is infamous in every circle. Anybody looking to score knows they
can get anything they want there, drugs, women, weapons. And cops know that
it’s impossible to catch anything illegal going on. The place has been raided
twice in the past three years and the most they came away with were a few
blunts and tabs of ecstasy from patrons. Grindelwald knows how to keep his nose
clean. The club itself is a legitimate business and brings in a hefty revenue
in addition to all his side businesses. Graves walks through the main club to
the back where the VIP area is. A cordoned off seating area with its own bar
and entertainment but with an open view to the rest of the club. Graves is one
of the last to arrive. Grindelwald is sitting on an ornate wing back chair
while everyone else is squished on couches facing the boss. Graves elects to
lean on the railings at the edge of the VIP area, directly opposite
Grindelwald. It’s a bold move, could be taken as defiant but Graves knows
Grindelwald likes him and is amused by his irreverence. Graves is also acutely
aware that he must not push it because if Grindelwald's ego is damaged in the
slightest its game over. Graves has played his part well though and the blonde
man simply smirks at him as he crosses his arms and leans against the railing.
Still leering at Graves the blonde raises his tumbler "Here's to a successful
night."
Everybody choruses "Cheers."
"And thanks to Percy here for giving us enough time to make it happen. His
driving puts many of my dedicated getaway drivers to shame." Graves smiles
blandly taking it as a compliment. Grindelwald just painted a target on his
back, having praised Graves while simultaneously insulting several men present.
Grindelwald loves pitting his people against one another, survival of the
fittest, dog-eat-dog and all that.
"Tonight is a celebration. Because soon we will have to get back to work. There
is an exciting prospect on the horizon that could prove very lucrative, so
drink up my boys, and enjoy my hospitality tonight." Grindelwald rises
indicating for Graves to follow him over to the bar. Several of the men seated
throw him dirty looks as he has been singled out for praise. "You have proven
yourself indispensable these past few months." Graves just nods wanting to see
where Grindelwald is going with this. "And I hope you will be just as useful
with this upcoming project." He holds his tumbler close to his mouth, assessing
Graves, measuring his reaction. Graves holds his tongue. "I am very generous to
my friends Percy" he says magnanimously. He summons someone from the crowd in
the main club. That predatory smile is back "I want to show my appreciation for
your hard work" a hand is on Graves' shoulder, he looks back. A tall, bleach-
blonde woman in a tight satin dress gives him what she probably thinks is a
dazzling smile. Her vacant look indicated someone high as a kite. Her
prematurely aged face and yellowing teeth also indicate heavy and frequent drug
use. Graves doesn't know what to make of Grindelwald’s offer. "While I
appreciate the offer sir I must decline." Very quickly, a flash of wounded
pride crosses the older man's face, but just as quickly it is gone. He
dismisses the wretched woman with a wave of his hand. "Don't like my gift?" he
queries, a dangerous glint in his mismatched eyes. Thankfully Graves has an
easy out. "Unfortunately, my predilection leans towards the masculine." He
smiles wryly. This seems to genuinely take Grindelwald by surprise. "Well in
that case you are truly lucky" Graves has a sinking feeling. "Wait in room 303
and I will send you up someone truly delightful." Graves knows he can't refuse
so he merely gives his thanks and departs.
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Entering the room his apprehension builds, a dimly lit room with deep coloured
walls and dark, mahogany wood, a four-poster bed with satin sheets, and an en
suite. He really has no desire to fuck a coked out twink on Grindelwald's
orders. Hopefully he can convince whoever the guy is to just hang out or pass
out for an hour or two and then go back downstairs. A small voice in his head
though is begging for release. Since being undercover there hasn't been much
time for hook-ups and he doesn't want to potentially endanger any potential
partners, so it’s just been him and his hand for a long time.
He is roused from his thoughts when the door opens and a figure slips in.
Graves' mouth goes dry, his heart is pounding and his fingers start to tingle.
Standing before him is possibly the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. He's
tall, maybe taller than Graves, with an artfully messy mop of dark hair.
Strands of it fall over dark, expressive eyes. Thankfully those eyes are clear,
no indication of intoxication. Graves' gaze travels down to the lean,
apparently hairless torso. And my god the outfit. A crisp, oversized white
shirt, left open revealing a lithe narrow chest. The skin is so pale, almost
translucent making the concave stomach seem even more delicate. Sharp hip bones
jut out above a pair of skimpy, silky red women's underwear, with a matching
red garter belt. The black stockings the boy wears are held up by suspenders
and to top it all off a pair of killer red heels (He might not be taller than
Graves once he takes those off!). Graves can only stare at the sight before
him. He is a practical, steady man, he has never before been rendered
speechless. Still sitting on the bed he can feel himself begin to grow hard, he
hasn't even touched the boy yet! "And you are?" he manages to sound steady and
in control.
"Credence" the boys says shyly, speaking so softly Graves has to strain to hear
him.
"You work for Gridelwald?"
"Not exactly" Credence looks up and smirks, god it does things to Graves! "I
have been with Gellert for a year now. I keep him company." Credence says
coyly. Graves raises an eyebrow at that.
"Huh, is that so? Didn't think he was the sharing type."
"He knows the best way to inspire loyalty." Credence purrs as he slowly makes
his way further into the room. He continues "and he has been so busy these past
few weeks. I'm feeling quite neglected, maybe he thought you could help?" the
boy looks adorable pouting. Graves' brain stops working for a moment. He knows
logically this is probably some kind of test. Grindelwald offering his
favourite to Graves. But he is not strong enough to resist this temptation. He
beckons Credence over to where he still sits on the bed. When the boy gets
closer Graves sobers up some, he looks young, very young. "How old are you?"
Credence smiles blandly "Old enough." Graves stares back unamused.
Rolling his eyes, he replies "I turned 17 in April. You're not doing anything
illegal...well anything more illegal" he amends cheekily. "Gellert wouldn't be
caught dead with me if I was underage, he isn't that sloppy." Graves agrees
with that reasoning and really, he needed very little reassurance before
reaching out and grabbing the boy by his slim hips. Graves roughly drags him
over, running his hands along the smooth milky white thighs, trailing sloppy
kisses along his taut stomach, and biting the soft flesh at his waist. Credence
gasps and thrusts his hips at the sensation. Graves pulls him down, still
sitting at the edge of the bed, the boy sits in Graves' lap, straddling his
thighs. Credence grinds down on Graves' denim clad crotch, moaning filthily at
the rough friction. Graves spanks him none to gently and he yelps. Credence
shifts his weight so he straddling only one thigh. He drags his crotch back and
forth, slowly, riding Graves' like a desperate, horny slut. God, Graves can't
remember the last time he was this turned on. He has to concentrate on not
blowing his load there and then. Credence picks up his pace, shamelessly
humping Graves' leg. Graves just grabs the boy’s ass in both hands and
encourages him. Looking down he sees Credence's panties are straining against
his hard cock. With the boy on top of him Graves latches onto a pink nipple,
sucking hard and scraping his teeth over it, before pressing his tongue flat
against the nub. He runs his thumb over the other nipple, scraping it slightly
with his nail. Credence lets out a sob at the touch, his hips stuttering and
lose rhythm for a moment. Graves release the abused nipple from his mouth and
gently blows cold air on it. He simultaneously slips his hand down the back of
those red panties and presses a finger against the puckered flesh. Credence
cuts off a strangled scream as he cums hard. His body stretches out taut for a
moment before sagging and going limp. Graves looks at the mess Credence has
made in his panties. It’s a beautiful sight. A large wet patch forming in the
front and drops of cum oozing out the side. Credence's eyes are closed in bliss
and Graves grabs him by the back of the neck and drags the boy down for a
searing, possessive kiss. He grabs the dazed boy by his biceps and flings him
onto the bed. Spread out on the satin sheets looking totally debauched Graves'
crawls up the pliant body. There is no need to rush, he had the whole night
with Credence, he wants to see how impressive the teenagers refractory period
is.
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Graves positions himself above the lovely Credence, resting his weight on his
hands either side of Credence's head. He just looks at this magnificent boy,
dark eyes glazed over, pouty, soft lips, slightly parted and panting, the flush
across high cheek-bones, he is truly stunning. Graves leans down and presses a
kiss to those sinful lips. Taking the boys lower lip and tugging none to
gently, he is rewarded with a soft groan. He worries the flesh with his teeth,
keeping his eyes fixed on that face. Seeing the pleasure there makes Graves'
cock twitch. He wants nothing more than to ravish this boy, bring him to the
height of ecstasy. Grave's is already addicted to giving him pleasure and all
they've done is make-out like a couple of horny teenagers, well for Credence
that's fine he is a horny teenager but Graves should have more control, but
there is something about this boy, he is rapidly coming undone. He's lost some
of his focus but is brought right back into the moment when Credence gasps
"Please Daddy!" he's breathless, not even aware what he's saying but demanding
Graves' attention. The title almost makes Graves lose complete control, he
manages to hold on and he grinds down harshly against Credence's over-sensitive
cock in retaliation. Credence cries out and arches off the bed, Graves
forcefully presses him down with his own body, his substantial weight pinning
the thin boy on the bed. "What do you want Credence? Tell Daddy!" he growls and
scrapes his teeth across the strained neck. All that gets him is a groan that
ends in a whimper. Graves continues to pay attention to the boy’s elegant neck.
He licks at a trickle of sweat that's running down its length. He wants to
taste every part of this boy. Slowly, Graves begins to move back down his body.
Stopping to suck and bite the hardened, pink nipples. With great satisfaction,
he see tears leaking out the corner of Credence's eyes, both in frustration and
over simulation. Graves smirks and continues down. Passing over the delicate
Garter belt he mouths at the stained panties. Credence sobs out again "Please
Daddy, I-I can't-"
"Can't what, baby boy?" before Credence can respond Graves moves the panties to
one side and licks at the cooling cum that's leaking out. Credence's crotch
bucks up violently, Graves easily forces him back down on the bed, holding him
there. Needing more access Graves regretfully rips the silky underwear off in
one go. Credence stares wide-eyed. Graves dives back down taking the soft cock
in his mouth. The shout Credence lets out is expected but Graves has no
intention of letting up. He cleans up the mess of the boy's release licking up
the cum from the tip and where it had smeared along his shaft in the panties.
Still holding his hips down Graves can feel the boy's heaving breath, as if he
had just run a marathon. "We're just getting started pet, but if it’s too much
for you I can go" he raises himself up a fraction before Credence sobs out "No,
no please Daddy! I'll be good, I can be good. I just- please!" His teasing has
the desired effect, having this angel underneath him pleading is unbelievably
attractive. He gathers the trembling boy in his arms rocking him gently,
soothing, "Shh shh its okay pet, I'm here. You've been such a good boy so far
for Daddy." Credence shivers at the endearment. He is so responsive to praise
and Graves can't help but give the boy what he needs "So beautiful aren't you
Credence. Such a pretty boy in your panties and stockings. You've done so
well." While continuing a steady stream of praise Graves gently lowers Credence
back down. Credence allows himself to be moved into position. Graves arranging
his body and limbs as if he was a doll. The older man gets Credence lying on
his stomach with his knees bent, ass up in the air on display. Graves decides
to keep the garter belt and stockings on him, it makes a breath-taking sight
from behind.
He runs his hand up and down Credence's thighs to his lower back, stopping to
kneed the boy's ass. Unable to hold back any longer Graves spreads the cheeks
and licks a stripe over the sensitive, twitching, skin. Whatever reaction
Credence has its muffled by the pillow. His fists are clenched though, in
danger of tearing the bed sheets it seems. Graves returns his attention to the
quivering flesh, pressing his tongue against the entrance, lapping at it
gently. Ever so slowly he works his tongue in, loosening the surrounding
muscle. The velvety smooth skin inside is better than anything Graves has
tasted previously. Saliva is dripping down his chin, his technique is getting
sloppy so he surfaces for air, keeping a possessive hand an Credence's ass. The
boy shudders as the cold air hits his entrance. Graves looks down to admire his
work. His asshole has definitely loosened but he doesn't want to hurt the boy.
Rummaging around the bedside drawer he finds lube and condoms. "Please Daddy,
Please I want to feel you. I need it!" Credence looks at him imploringly,
Graves doesn't stand a chance against those eyes. "Ok baby boy, ok. Shh, its
ok." Continuing to reassure the whimpering mess beneath him Graves slicks up
his fingers and squeezes a generous amount of lube onto Credence's ass and
around his gaping hole. He massages gently, teasingly, pressing his thumb
against the entrance and increasing the pressure, slowly sinking his thumb into
the enticing heat. Graves continues his ministrations, working Credence open
thoroughly. His cock throbs in anticipation, dripping at the thought of delving
into that tight hole. While fingering the boy Graves works his jeans off
freeing his leaking cock. When he is certain Credence is prepared he quickly
removes his fingers and before the boy has anytime to feel their loss he
thrusts in, bottoming out. Both men groan in satisfaction. Graves doesn't move
just stays still behind Credence, letting them both adjust. He drapes himself
across the body beneath him, his chest pressed against the pale back, surely
Credence can feel the pounding of his heart. Pressing a kiss to the boy's
shoulder Graves pushes up off of him and slowly begins thrusting in and out.
His thrusts quickly become sharp and brutal, snapping his hips, jolting the
weaker body beneath him. Trying to find the sweet spot Graves keeps on knee
down and plating the other foot on the bed. Immediately Credence cries out,
eyes flying open. Jackpot! Graves begins mercilessly hitting that spot with
every thrust but seeing how close Credence is to cumming again he relents,
wanting to extend his time with the boy. He slows down, pulling all the way out
he watches as the empty hole clenches as it tries to hold on to Graves cock.
Graves pushes back in all the way to the base in one thrust and pulls out fully
again leaving his boy empty and wanting. Desperate to see this angel Graves
easily flips Credence onto his back. The boy is squirming, desperate and needy.
Graves quickly fills him grinding deep into him. He captures those abused lips
once again. Credence immediately granting him entrance. Graves licks and sucks
and bites, refusing to pull away from his boy, as he continues to grind into
him. Deciding to tease him a bit more, Graves pinches a hard nipple, swallowing
the boy's pained gasps. When satisfied he has left his mark there, Graves
scrapes his fingers down the length of Credence's torso, leaving angry red
lines in his wake. His need to mark the boy as this is nothing Graves has felt
before; the possessiveness takes him by surprise. During his ministrations
Credence arches up, the sudden change in angle has Graves cumming hot and fast,
spilling inside of Credence. He groans with his release, the boy beneath him
continues pushing and grinding up, seeking out more of Graves’ cock. Taking the
boy in hand, Graves only has to massage the head before the younger man is
cumming, spurting hot white stripes of cum across his chest and neck. Though
now soft Graves stays inside Credence, not yet willing to leave the comforting
heat. He begins to clean the boy’s release, lapping up the salty fluid before
pressing in for another deep kiss. Credence is pliant and dazed, coming down
for the high. Graves whispers endearments and praise to him as he cleans the
boy with his tongue. Eventually Graves pulls out, Credence whimpers at the
loss, but Graves is too busy staring at where is cum is leaking out of the boy.
His hole is stretched out, sloppy and his release has coated the inside of this
fucking angel. He bends down and licks up a dribble of cum that was running out
and down the boy’s crack. When he is satisfied he moves to lie beside Credence.
The boy is watching him with something close to awe on his face. “You ok?”
Graves asks roughly, never great at the aftermath etiquette. The boy just nods
eyes still focused on Graves. The adoring stare becomes too much for Graves to
bear and so he turns the boy on his side, back to chest and wraps an arm around
him. Credence immediately wiggles back into him, trying to get as much skin to
skin contact as possible, it seems. Graves just presses his lips to the back of
his neck and whispers “My good boy” and other flatteries until he feels
Credence go lax with sleep.
Graves gently eases away from the boy, reluctantly. Tugging on his clothes he
allows himself one last look at Credence. His face is peaceful in sleep, lips
slightly parted and the lightest of snores coming from him. Graves catches
himself staring for too long a moment. He can’t let himself become distracted,
especially not with Grindelwald’s favourite. He needs to stay focused but in
the back of his mind Graves knows already that this is the beginning of
something.
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He makes his way down the narrow hall, trying to get to the back stairs so he
can get out of the club. What he had just down had thoroughly freaked him out!
Was that Grindelwald's intention? Did that crazy bastard somehow know Graves
would be drawn to the beautiful Credence? Impossible! He needed to calm down,
he was stumbling down the hallway like some drunk.
"Heading out so soon?" That reedy voice sets the hairs on the back of Graves'
neck standing up.
"I thought the party had wound down." Hoping the creepy man would just let him
slip out the back but knowing he wouldn't get such a kindness.
"Nonsense! Everyone is still downstairs celebrating a job well done. Come you
must join us!" He is so good at sounding sincere, more naive people would have
taken his offer as that, an offer, but Graves knew it for the order that it
was. He tries to appear unruffled "Of course sir." As Graves walks towards the
main staircase Grindelwald can't help but smirk "Go ahead I'll be down in a
minute." With that he enters the room Graves had just left. The idea of a
naked, sleeping Credence in the same room with that creep sets Graves' teeth on
edge. Knowing he can do nothing about it he slowly makes his way back down into
the club.
The atmosphere in the VIP lounge is tense. Without Grindelwald there to unify
his men the petty grudges and in fighting are on full display. Grindelwald
surely knows what he is doing, but to Graves it seems that keeping his
subordinates guessing constantly is going to end in disaster for Grindelwald
eventually. This much disharmony, even amongst criminals can only end badly.
Graves goes to the bar but to avoid the agitated group, he's not drinking
though, he has to remain alert.
After ten minutes Grindelwald appears with Credence trailing behind him. The
young man is wearing another, clean dress shirt, halfway buttoned up, and black
silky boxers. Graves can't take his eyes off him. Grindelwald takes his seat at
the centre of the group. Sickeningly he pats his lap like one would gesture to
a dog. Graves watches as Credence sits on the older man's lap. Even if some of
the men are virulent homophobes they would never dare say anything. Graves goes
back to his original position, opposite Grindelwald where he can get a clear
look at the two. Grindelwald is stroking Credence's thigh and every so often
his hand slips up under the boxer shorts, clearly fondling the young man.
Credence is obviously shy with being on display in front of so many people, his
face turned away, tucked into Grindelwald's shoulder. The creepy blonde
whispers to Credence and whatever he is saying is making the boy uncomfortable.
Many of the men are uncomfortable with the display but no one dares to leave.
Everyone tries to ignore the little scene and carry on as normal. Grindelwald
must feel eyes on him because he glances up at Graves and shoots him a
vindictive smile. Its a dangerous thing. Maintaining eye contact the entire
time the blonde bites Credence earlobe and begins to jack him off. Graves can't
turn away. As he sees Credence squirm and response to the touches Graves feels
himself hardening again. As Credence is about to climax Grindelwald stops and
pushes the boy off of him. Credence stumbles but catches himself. His eyes are
wide and shocked. "Now run along pet, the adults must talk." The condescension
drips from word. Credence nods submissively and as he is walking by Grindelwald
can't seem to help himself and grabs the boy's ass and gives him a smack to
move him along quicker.
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The club is still throbbing with people but the private party held by
Grindelwald begins to die down. Graves wants nothing more than to fall into bed
but something is telling him to stay. His instinct is rewarded when Grindelwald
approaches him. The perv leans against the railing surveying the mass of people
on the dance floor. "Did you enjoy my gift?" before Graves can reply he
continues "I don't let just anyone spend time with my Credence." Graves
continues to wait, not having been asked a question yet, but bristling at the
possessive words. "That boy is special. I picked him up almost a year ago. He
was a wretched thing. Oh so pitiful. Pathetic creature really. But I have made
him into something glorious. I feel bad in a way when I share him with people.
You get a taste of him but nothing more. Only I have access to the whole thing.
Don't feel too bad Graves. If you do another good job for me, especially with
this upcoming project, I'll let you have another taste. I just have to make
sure you don't get addicted." Grindelwald laughs at his own joke but Graves has
gone cold. He can tell, Grindelwald somehow knows there was a connection
between Credence and Graves. Well Graves will just have to steer clear of the
boy. No point in risking this whole job for him. He's probably just overwhelmed
because it had been such a long time. That has to be it. He hasn't had sex,
good sex, in almost a year so of course the first person he sleeps with he is
going to latch on to. Put this whole, unsettling night behind him and stay
focused on the job. Don't get lost thinking about dark, soulful eyes, and soft
wavy hair.
Fuck, Graves was in trouble.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and left comments and
     kudos!
     I'm not sure about the smut in this chapter, I'm not really satisfied
     with how I wrote it but hey, we all got to start somewhere!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Graves pretends to be interested in some tattered old book, nearly every page
is dogeared. He can't keep this up much longer. If anyone is watching no way
will they buy that he was just perusing the YA fiction section in the local
library. He was supposed to meet with Tina 15 minutes ago. If she doesn't show
in another 5 he is leaving. These meet ups are too risky in Graves' opinion but
Tina and her mother-henning convinced Picquery to schedule them so they could
check up on Graves. He can appreciate the emotions behind the gesture but it is
a stupid risk. Finally he see her enter, casually he wonders over to a section
where the shelves are higher and will give them some privacy. When Tina makes
her way over he just raises and eyebrow. "What is the point of these little
meetings if they raise suspicion and therefor endanger our little project?"
She flushes "Apologies, there was an issue at the department. Newt has begun
working with a new sniffer dog and well things got a little out of hand and I
had to help clean up. Anyway, how was the meeting last night? Picquery said you
attended."
"Yes there is something on the horizon, I'm not sure what it is yet but
Grindelwald seems excited and he asked me to be a part of it." Tina looked
worried which irritated Graves "This is probably going to be our best shot at
catching him."
"I don't see why we can't arrest him already. You have a tonne of evidence on-"
"Minor offences, Tina!" he has to work to keep his voice down, his frustration
with the well-intention Goldestein mounting. If I arrested him for a fucking
suspended liquor license or an inadequate conceal carry permit he could easily
wriggle out of the trouble. We need to wait for the big one. Something people
can't ignore! You know this!"
"You've been under too long Mr. Graves. The stress is getting to you we both
know it." The young agent looks truly upset.
"The more reason not to waste this chance, I don't want all my stress to be for
nothing!" he argues fiercely, he knows Goldstein is stubborn but she respects
him too much to really push back. "Now, other than for your own piece of mind,
is there a reason for this unnecessary meeting?"
"I've been put on another assignment. Something about religious fanatics in the
city and the disappearance of one of their members. I don't know, I haven't
been fully briefed."
"Is anybody replacing you to liaise with me?"
"...Abernathy." Tina doesn't meet his eye.
"...What?"
"Well, I can try and persuade Picquery to cancel these meetings since you think
they are so pointless but I would really hope that you have some face to face
contact with the department. You rarely call Picquery anymore!" she is this
close to pleading, "People worry about you." she whispers.
She knows its a low blow, but Goldstein isn't above fighting dirty. "Fine" he
bites out, "You fill Abernathy in, I'm going ahead with our future meetings as
discussed, if he can't make them find someone else. Understood?"
"Yes sir. Thank you." her smile is much too tender for Graves' liking. She
leaves then having got what she came for. He continues to mindlessly gaze at
the books. Thinking about his colleagues too much. He can't let other people's
emotions influence him. He likes Tina, thinks she is a good detective but often
she lets her emotions get the better of her, she needs to learn patience.
Graves had been mentoring her before he took this assignment. She seemed to be
doing alright on her own though, even been given an assignment to work herself.
So caught up in his own thoughts Graves doesn't notice the person standing in
the same row until he bumps into them. "Sorry." he says gruffly.
"Oh, no worries, my fault." comes the faint reply. The voice sounds familiar
but Graves can't place it. He turns and his blood runs cold. Credence. One of
Grindelwald's people. Lurking around where he and Tina had just been. He really
doesn't want to hurt Credence, but if the boy heard anything he shouldn't have
or if he had been intentionally spying Graves will have to fix that. "What are
you doing here?" It comes out too harsh, too accusatory.
"Wha- What?" Shock and fear cross his face "I- I come here to study."
Graves looks at the books in his hand the section they are standing in, he
seems to be telling the truth. Graves needs to ensure he and Tina are safe
though. "Apologies for my rudeness it's been a rough morning and I just didn't
expect to see you here is all." When the boy doesn't respond Graves knows he
will have to work to get Credence to open up again. "I was just about to grab
lunch, care to join me?"
That's how he ends up sitting across from a very shy Credence in a cheap diner.
He can't get over how different the young man is. At the club Credence had been
playfully shy, timid but flirty. Now he is avoiding eye contact and stammers at
every question. The boy is a mystery, one that Graves can feel himself getting
drawn into. "What were you studying for in the library?" he tries to re-start
the conversation while they wait for their order.
"I'm trying to get my GED" he seems embarrassed to admit this, his hands
fidgeting on the table.
"That's admirable." Credence looks up, shocked, like he's never gotten a
compliment in his life. The praise obviously makes him uncomfortable.
"Well its not like its a high school diploma."
"Nonsense its the equivalent. And even if it wasn't it's still admirable."
Graves doesn't know why he is so determined to boost the boy's confidence.
They eat in comfortable silence when their food arrives. When they finish both
seem reluctant to leave. Credence seems to be at war with himself, Graves
remains quiet waiting for the boy to come to a conclusion.
"I enjoyed the other night" he blurts out suddenly.
Graves was not expecting him to acknowledge their night together, but once on
the topic Credence seems more relaxed, confident. He should say something to
discourage the boy, instead he says "Really? What did you enjoy about it?" his
voice dropping and octave.
Credence swallows visibly. "I enjoyed dressing up for you." He looks up at
Graves through his thick lashes. His whole demeanour has changed with the
conversation. "I was sad I didn't get to ride you though, sir" he smirks,
making a show of wrapping his lips around the neck of his coke bottle before
drinking.
Graves just stares at the boy, a million different thoughts running through his
head. Is Credence spying on him for Grindelwald? Is this a trap set up by
Grindelwald? Can he hook up with Credence again? Fuck he shouldn't even be
entertaining the idea. "My place is only a few blocks away."
Credence lights up and begins to get up out of the booth.
"Hold on I have to pay first." Graves says gruffly, throwing down a $30
covering the meal and tip. "Is it safe to be seen together?" Credence looks at
him questioningly, "Will Grindelwald chop my balls off if he sees the two of
us?" Credence pauses which confirms Graves' suspicions.
"I'll follow behind you in 5 minutes, just tell me the directions and apartment
number."
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Graves waits in his apartment for Credence. What the fuck is he doing? If they
get caught they are both dead. Why is Credence risking it? What is his
relationship with Grindelwald? Fuck! Graves did not think this through. There
is still time to call it off, whatever 'it' is. But he is drawn to the boy, he
can't explain it, there is just something about him. Graves needs to understand
him. How he goes from timid to flirty at the drop of a hat. The knock on the
door is firm, looking through the peephole it's Credence, alone. He opens the
door and drags the boy inside. Without giving him a second to breath Graves
pushes him up against the closed door, kissing him with such force Credence
head knocks against the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt him though, if his filthy
moan is anything to go by. Credence rolls his body, pressing against Graves,
their lips never parting. Wasting no time Graves rucks up the boy's shirt and
gets his hands on supple skin. A haze falls over Graves, he can't think
straight, his thoughts consumed with Credence. He forces a thigh between the
boy's legs, applying pressure to his crotch. Graves swallows down the younger
man's moan.
Credence leans back to catch his breath but Graves is insistent. He latches
onto the boys neck and begins sucking bruises onto the pale skin. "Wait, wait."
Credence pants. He pushes Graves away and turns them around so Graves' back is
to the door. Credence sinks to his knees and gets Graves' jeans and boxers down
to his thighs. The way the boys look at Graves' cock, as if it is something
magical. He looks up at Graves from where he kneels and with one last smirk he
leans forward and swallows Graves whole. Holy shit! The kid must have no gag
reflex! Graves sees stars at the sudden change. He grips Credence's hair,
trying to hang on and not cum in under a minute. The black haired boy is
bobbing in his lap enthusiastically but Graves has a better idea. Tightening
his grip he stops Credence's movements. The boys looks up, his cheeks bulging.
Graves runs a thumb along his bottom lip, pulling it at the corner. Then moving
to hold his head with both hands Graves begins to fuck into that hot wet mouth.
Credence grips onto the older man's thighs, seemingly happy to be used. Graves'
pace increases. The wet gurgled noises coming from Credence are delicious.
Graves opens his eyes and looks down. He slows down, gently wiping away tears,
he presses his cock to the side of Credence's mouth, seeing the bulge in his
cheek. "Beautiful" he whispers reverently. Credence lets out a pitiful whimper.
Graves pulls out and stares for a moment at a string of saliva that links the
tips of his cock to Credence's mouth. Graves continues stroking the boy's cheek
while he catches his breath. When he pulls the younger man to his feet Graves
sees that his eyes are glazed over. He seems dazed. "Are you ok my boy? I
didn't hurt you did I?"
Credence seems to be coming around "What? No, no you didn't hurt me. Why did
you stop?" He seems heartbroken, its a bit of an over-reaction to a blow job
cut short. The boy is a mystery. Once again he seems meek, its only when he is
offering or having sex that he has any confidence. It's...odd. "I stopped
because I didn't want to cum prematurely. We can have a lot more fun before
then." He reassures and Credence lights up at the prospect of more sex. Maybe
he is a nymphomaniac, Graves thinks, its the only way to explain his behaviour.
Pushing the thought from his mind for now, Graves leads the boy to his bedroom.
Credence begins stripping on his way to the bedroom. Graves removes his shirt
but leaves his trousers on. Credence hops behind him attempting to remove his
shoes and trousers while continuing to move forward. Once in the room, Credence
is on him, their face smash together in an inelegant kiss, that is more teeth
then anything else. While joined together Credence makes quick work of getting
Graves out of his jeans. The seemingly weak boy pushes Graves with enough force
that the older man stumbles backwards, the backs of his knees hitting the bed
forcing him to sit on the edge. Shocked by the young man's aggression he stares
at the naked form before him. Credence's skin, while beautifully pale, is far
from unblemished. His whole body is littered with scares of varying sizes. If
he is to be believed then these injuries happened before he even met
Grindelwald. What had the boy been doing prior to a year ago? Before he could
dwell on these uncomfortable thoughts for too long Credence sits on Graves lap,
face to face. Graves' cock immediately settles between the boy's ass cheeks,
Credence cock is trapped between their stomachs. The younger man experimentally
rocks back and forth, gripping Graves' shoulders for leverage. "I wasn't joking
when I said I wanted to ride you" he says breathlessly, continuing his rocking
motion. The way they are seated Graves has to look up at Credence. Having that
intense, haunting stare fixed on him from above is thrilling. Graves is sure
Credence can feel his cock twitch in anticipation. Credence's head tips back
and he lets out a filthy moan, Graves instinctively wraps arms around the boy's
back to support him. One of Credence's arms snakes its way around Graves'
shoulders, the hand begins playing with the strands of hair that fall over his
under cut. Credence begins sucking on two of his fingers on his other hand. The
way he moans in ecstasy you'd think it was the most erotic thing ever. The boy
could definitely put on a show! When satisfied his finger are coated with
enough saliva Credence leans forward, pressing his forehead against Graves and
reaches behind himself. He slowly works his fingers into himself, rocking back
into them gently. One of Graves' hands move from the small of his back to his
crack. Ever so gently adding a finger along with Credence's, stretching the boy
further. Credence's mouth hangs open in a silent moan. His eyes are still
closed, inches away from Graves. The older man keeps his eyes open, unable to
look away from the sight in front of him.
Still resting his forehead against Graves', Credence removes his fingers
bringing them up and spitting on his palm and reaching back behind him to
stroke Graves' cock. Graves' can't help but thrust into the slick palm,
desperate for more pressure on his cock. Credence expertly guides the cock to
his entrance, easing it past the ring of muscle. Once the tip passes that ring
he easily sinks down, Graves is fully seated in that tight heat. They both stay
still for a moment adjusting to the change, the only sound is their heavy,
mingled breaths. Once he has adjusted to the stretch Credence begins to ride
Graves, gently at first, just dragging his hips back and forth. But soon, with
Graves' support he is lifting himself nearly fully off the man's cock and
sinking back down onto it. He places both hands on Graves chest and pushes him
so he is lying down on the bed, but his feet are still on the floor. Keeping
his hands on Graves' pecs Credence uses them for leverage as he begins to
earnestly impale himself on Graves. And all Graves could do is lie there and
let Credence take what he wants. He lightly holds those slim hips as they
bounce up and down. Credence is flushed now and beginning to sweat. His cock
has gone untended, in truth Graves wanted to see if his boy could cum untouched
but he can't resist it. He lick his palm and grabs Credence's neglected cock in
a tight grip, jerking it roughly. Pain seems to be tied closely to pleasure for
Credence. The boy shouts and digs his blunt nails into Graves' pecs. A
strangled scream erupts from him at the same time he cums in hot spurts over
Graves' chest. His rhythm falters as he rides through his orgasm. Graves
releases the softening cock and grips those hips and thrusts powerfully up into
him. The now limp Credence slouches down, still kneeling on the bed, to rest
against Graves' chest, uncaring that he is getting smeared with his own cum. As
Graves continues to pump his cock into the twitching hole Credence lets out
pitiful whimpers but takes the pounding even is his hazy state. With a final
thrust of his hips Graves spills hot inside the boy, grinding up into him.
Instead of pulling out he leaves his softening cock in the luxurious, velvety
heat, both men lying pressed against each other, chests heaving. With Credence
on top of him Graves runs his hands soothingly along his flanks and up and down
his spine. Pressing gentle kisses to his temple and forehead.
After some time has passed Credence shows no sign of moving, Graves sits up
bringing Credence with him, the younger man groaning at being disturbed. Graves
stands, wrapping the other's thighs around his waist and supporting him buy his
buttocks. As he stands his cock slips out of the boy, who whimpers at the loss.
Graves shushes him gently. He feels his cum dribbling out and dripping onto his
fingers as he carries Credence into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet lid,
with Credence still in his lap Graves runs a hot bath, the desire to look after
the young man too strong to ignore. Credence had been quieter compared to their
first night. He wondered if the whole 'Daddy' talk had been an act or if that
was something Credence was actually into. Graves couldn't deny he would love to
take care of his baby boy if given the opportunity. When it is filled he
maneuvers the two of them into the small tub, Credence resting against his
chest. The hot water seems to rouse Credence. He sits up looking confused "What
is this?" he mumbles.
"We both needed to clean up, it got kind of messy at the end there" Credence
looks at him, astonished. "You were kind of out of it, I couldn't just leave
you lying in filth" the younger man seemed genuinely shocked that someone would
show any kind of aftercare, it broke Graves' heart. Still looking confused
Credence sinks back down against the older man's chest, allowing himself to be
washed and cuddled, not resisting the tender touches. Graves wraps Credence up
in a towel and brings him back to the bed and lays him down gently. Those eyes
follow him as he moves about his room getting comfy sweats for himself and his
boy. "I think we worked off whatever lunch we ate earlier. I'm going to make
something, probably just an omelette, you want one?" He gets an adorable nod.
"Ok I'll leave these sweats here if you want to change into something more
comfortable than skinny jeans but if you want, there is a trail of your clothes
running through my apartment." Before Credence can respond Graves ducks out and
heads to the kitchen.
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He's lost in thought when Credence pads into the kitchen, the sweats are much
too large, pooling around his feet, and he has obviously helped himself to one
of Graves' tshirts. He looks adorable, pliant and a little sleepy from his
post-sex nap. "Take a seat and eat up, you gotta be tired after that
performance, you did all the work kiddo." He sees a small self-satisfied smile
on Credence's lips before the boy ducks his head as he sits at the rickety
kitchen table. Graves plates the meal and sits across from him, its slightly
cramped but he doesn't mind being close to Credence. He wants to find out more
about this mysterious person in front of him. Hoping that he is relaxed and
comfortable Graves decides to push a little. "So Credence, apart from the fact
that you are studying for your GED and have been with Grindelwald for a year I
know nothing about you. Care to enlighten me?"
"That's more than I know about you" he fires back. If Graves thought he was
going to get the shy, timid Credence he was mistaken.
"What would you like to know?" he wasn't planning on giving Credence anything
but wanted to know what the boy thought of him, if he had any suspicions.
"Why do you work for Gellert? You're not like his other lackeys."
"I got into trouble a few years ago and its been hard to get an honest job ever
since. I needed the money and he was offering good rates." he lies smoothly.
"How am I not like the others?"
Credence shrugs, suddenly bashful, Graves just waits him out patiently, "I
dunno, you're kinder I guess. I've slept with a few of them and you... you're
just different is all" he mumbles.
"Well for one thing I'm not a self-hating homophobe" he states blithely, it
gets a small smile from Credence. "Why do you sleep with them if you're with
Grindelwald?"
"He likes to give me out as a reward, and then withhold me as punishment. I'm
good at what I do so when people get a taste they usually want more. I'm like
any other drug and Gellert controls the supply, as always." he tries to sound
self-deprecating but it comes out as bitter.
"You're like a drug? You have a very high opinion of yourself!" Graves tries to
joke.
"You're hooked are you not? Already came back for a second hit." (He had Graves
there!) "And besides I know what I'm good at and its sex!" he states matter-of-
factly.
"What else are you good at?"
Credence just shrugs nonchalantly "Nothing. GED remember."
"Why do you keep bringing that up as a negative! You can't truly believe sex is
all you have to offer...is it?" Another shrug and this time Credence leaves it
at that.
They finish their meal in silence.
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Credence seems reluctant to leave and Graves won't kick him out, happy to have
the company. Credence lounges on the couch, Graves potters around, makes a few
calls, its ok for Credence to hear, he is after all closely associated with the
gang, whether he likes it or not. And Graves has a strong sense that Credence
doesn't particularly like his boyfriend's business. Boyfriend? Pimp? Graves is
itching to find out why someone like Credence would stay with a vile creep like
Grindelwald, where was the boy's family? He decides to try and get Credence to
open up some more. "So how good of a lay is old Grindelwald?"
Credence looks up at the sudden question, gathering himself he smirks "He's
into some weird shit."
Graves doesn't want to know those details that's for sure. "So what do you owe
him something, why stay?"
"I do owe him, he helped me out of a bad situation. I am thankful."
"A bad situation! It can't be worse than your crime lord boyfriend pimping you
out to the dregs of humanity."
"You don't think anything can be worse than that? You disappoint me Mr. Graves.
I thought you'd have a better imagination."
It's said casually but it sends a chill through Graves. He had seen the scares
after all. It was hard to imagine a life so bad it would send Credence running
into Grindelwald's clutches and be greatful, but then Graves is a detective he
has seen the worst of humanity. Whatever Credence had gone through in the past
and what he is currently going through with Grindelwald just makes Graves more
determined rescue this beautiful, kind boy and protect him. And Graves knew he
would need help.
After Credence leaves, needing to get back to the club, Graves goes and
retrieves his hidden sim card. He calls the one person he knows he can trusts
with helping Credence. The phone picks up on the third ring, "Tina, its Graves,
I need your help with something."
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     oh look a bit of plot happens,
     sorry no smut this chapter but next chapter will hopefully make up
     for that
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With Tina busy investigating the religious cult Graves was forced to turn to
Abernathy. He hadn't wanted to meet with the man so Graves gave him clear
instructions to research a young man named Credence, over the phone. It wasn't
a lot to go on but Graves didn't know of any last name. He told Abernathy to
search hospital and CPS records as there was likely abuse in the boy's past.
Including the boy's estimated age and a detailed description Graves knew
Abernathy was unlikely to get any results soon but at least he got the ball
rolling. As much as Abernathy got on Graves' nerves the man was an excellent
researcher, better than Tina, but Graves is loath to admit it. He reported to
Abernathy that he was to attend a meeting with Grindelwald and an unknown
associate in relation to the upcoming project. Graves felt like this was an
important one and wanted to make sure there would be no police interference.
With assurances from the cloying Abernathy he hung up and prepared for the
meeting.
He is to meet with Grindelwald and some security at the club beforehand and
they will arrive to the meeting together. The club is slightly depressing in
the day time, everything stands still, waiting to be used. Credence is standing
behind Grindelwald's favourite wing-back chair in the raised VIP area. Sitting
in the vacant chair in front of Grindelwald Graves doesn't dare glance at
Credence. He waits to be addressed.
"Percy, all ready for the meeting?" he hated the way Grindelwald talks to him
like a child, well he talks to everyone like that but it really rubs Graves the
wrong way.
"I'm going in blind, is there anything I need to know." Graves also hates that
Grindelwald had given him so little information on who they were meeting. He
feels very vulnerable and exposed.
"No no, while an important meeting it carries very little risk, the security
will just be for show."
"Intimidation?"
"Of course, but I expect this meeting will be very civilized, given the
associates." The white haired man smirks, enjoying some private joke.
"Credence, my love come say goodbye." Credence walks over without hesitation.
Grindelwald bring him in for an obscene kiss, many of the men around them avert
their gaze, obviously uncomfortable. The thing that unsettles Graves is that
while Grindelwald does his best to devour Credence the creep keeps his eyes
open and firmly fixed on Graves, unblinking. Graves thinks he does a good job
of hiding any emotions he may be feeling at the obvious territorial display.
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After leaving the club and driving for only 20 minutes they drive into the
underground car park of a dilapidated building. The place seems to be deserted
and they encounter nobody as they take the elevator up to the ground floor. It
strikes Graves as odd that they are holding this meeting in the middle of the
city, he assumed they would be driving out to the docks for some privacy. The
brazenness is shocking. The interior is...strange. Graves can't really place
what the function of the space is. There is no decoration, the carpet is some
hideous, migraine-inducing geometric pattern but it is very clean, no cobwebs
or dust. The outside looks dilapidated but the inside, while ugly and
utilitarian, is cared for. The group of men are standing in what Graves would
guess is the reception area, where the elevators open onto. In front of them is
a sever looking woman, dressed in muted colours and hair cut in a sharp bob.
She looks like she has never smiled in her life. Why on earth is Grindelwald
meeting with her and why is it so important?
"Ms. Barebone you look ravishing as always" Grindelwald opens with, sounding as
greasy as a snake oils salesman. The woman stares Grindelwald down, unimpressed
with his attempts at flattery.
"Are we here to discuss a deal or do you wish to hear more of your own
hedonistic words." it comes out so acidic Graves is shocked, this woman has no
fear of Grindelwald.
"Of course Mary-Lou, lets get this meeting underway."
They walk through to a large room that resembles a cheap hotel conference room.
Grindelwald and the woman, Mary-Lou, sit the rest of the men remain standing, a
respectful distance behind Grindelwald.
"My church has one mission Mr. Grindelwald and that is to rid this city of
filth. We have been successful in bringing attention to the drugs issue and we
will continue to fight the dealers and the filthy addicts."
"Well I greatly admire your push to make this city a safer place for the
children. Have I not helped you in the past, giving you names of gang members
and dealers, making contributions to your church? You were able to lease this
building were you not with my charitable donations."
"Just because you give us money does not mean you own us. The New Salem
Philanthropic Society cannot be bought."
"I would never assume such a thing." he says in mock offense. "I have more
names, big names for you to add to your witch hunt, but I will need something
in return."
"And what is that?"
"I see you have a new venture, a meals on wheels type charity. Very admirable I
must say."
Mary-Lou ignores the compliment "Get to the point" she grits out impatiently.
"I would like my men to drive your meals on wheels vans." The request is so
odd, it confuses everyone in the room.
"You want your men to volunteer for my charitable programme?" her eyes narrow
in suspicion.
"Yes, this city has given me so much that I wish to give back."
"What is it you really want?"
"Your vans are visible yet won't be stopped by the police. My men would of
course deliver your meals but they would also deliver my product, unharrassed."
"Absolutely not! I will not allow you to taint my good work!"
"Don't forget Ms. Barebone that I was the one who gave you Senator Shaw's name.
Your persecution of him gained you national headlines and doubled your flock. I
have aided you in running several drug gangs out of the city. Without my help
you would not be nearly as successful in your efforts."
"I will allow two of your men to drive the vans, you are not going to get
control of all 4 vans. It will also require a considerable charitable
donation."
"I think that can be arranged quite easily." Grindelwald smiles benevolently.
"Any other business? I don't suppose you have any more stock you wish to
unload? The last batch has done me quite well." that predatory look is back on
his face, Graves had been following the meeting up to that point but now he was
lost. What could this woman have that Grindelwald would want? That she could
sell to him? Something about it raises hackles on his back.
"No. That was a one time deal. I had to get rid of that filthy..." she trails
off eyes darting to the men behind Grindelwald "Anyway you are a fool for
buying damaged goods. Waste of money" she sneers cruelly.
"We must agree to disagree on that point. It was money well spent" he purrs.
"Now if that is all I will take my leave. I will send along an associate to
arrange the donation and the drivers."
"And a list of new names of sinners."
"Of course. Good day to you Ms. Barebone." Grindelwald does a little bow with a
flourish. The woman does not reply but watches them leave with beady eyes.
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"A great opportunity sir" Graves breaks the silence in the car.
"Yes indeed, but dealing with that self-righteous woman is tedious."
"How can she deal with you if she is so against drug dealing, and sinning in
general. It makes no sense."
"Fanatics rarely make sense. She is righteous and believes she is fighting for
the greater good. This belief gives her moral absolution and she is able to
condemn anyone she deems unholy. Our businesses may look different but our
roles as leaders are very similar. It also helps that she is not nearly as
righteous as she believes. Those charitable donations have allowed her to live
well while her church wallows in mediocrity."
"In addition to now being able to move the drugs around town freely she does
your dirty work for you by getting rid of the competition through naming and
shaming."
"Yes it is a very tidy little arrangement. She gets to lead a witch hunt, which
raises the churches profile and I get to keep my hands clean. And no one would
suspect the connection." Grindelwald smiles at his own cleverness. The rest of
the short journey passes in silence. Graves doesn't bother entering the club.
He leaves with instructions from Grindelwald to come back later that night.
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Once safely in his apartment Graves dials Abernathy. Before the other man can
speak Graves says "Grindelwald is working with The New Salem Philanthropic
Society. He will use the churches vans, disguised as meals on wheels, to move
his imports around the town unimpeded. He is also feeding the church's leader
information on rival gangs and high profile drug users. Also-"
"Mr. Graves, sir!" Abernathy interrupts. Graves is taken aback the man has
never done that before.
"What is it?"
"That boy you asked me to look into, Credence. Well his name is Credence
Barebone, he is the adopted son of the leader of The New Salem Philanthropic
Society. Goldstein has been sent to investigate his disappearance and the
church itself. Her project now directly overlaps with your undercover work."
"What else did you find out about the boy?" Graves asks, mind racing to try and
connect all the dots.
"Credence Barebone, now 17, was adopted by Mary-Lou Barebone when he was 6
years old. In the first 4 years he spent with Mary-Lou Child Protective
Services were called 6 times, no definitive proof of abuse was ever found so he
remained in the home. After Mary-Lou set up the church, when the boy was 10,
there were no more incidents of abuse."
"Oh I'm sure there were incidents but no parishioner is going to call the cops
on their leader." Graves says savagely, thinking of the hell Credence must have
gone through. "What happened to the boy?"
"He was reported as having runaway from home, but as he was sixteen not much
was done by police. He was picked up once or twice for vagrancy but since then
he hasn't been heard from. Well until now."
Graves needs time to mull over everything. The meeting and the new information
about Credence. "Ok, thank you Abernathy good work. I will be in contact again
soon. Inform Tina of the development but don't let her move against the church
yet. It may put my work in jeopardy."
"Understood sir. Thank you sir." Hanging up Abernathy sounds flustered by
Graves' praise. Graves finds that he trusts Abernathy with this task. He is a
competent officer and is a good choice to liaise between himself and Tina.
No wonder Credence isn't fazed by much, the horror he must have endured at that
woman's hands must have desensitized him to Grindelwald's actions. And a life
of luxury with Grindelwald would have been hard to resist after years of abuse
and a spell of homelessness. Credence was the perfect victim, so susceptible to
Grindelwald's manipulations. But there is something else that is nagging
Graves, he just can't put his finger on it.
He spends the next few hours planning his next moves. He calls Abernathy again
to gather a team that will be ready to carry out a raid on the church, Hallows
club and the vans at a moments notice. He also tasks Abernathy with looking
into Mary Lou's finances. Reminding Abernathy to keep Tina in the loop, the
last thing Graves wants to do is tread on her toes. The church is supposed to
be her mission, but now unexpectedly it's a part of Graves' as well.
With as much preparation as he can do done, Graves gets ready to go to the club
once more. He's nervous about seeing Credence. The boy obviously didn't want to
tell Graves of his past during their last hook up. Graves is reminded that what
he and Credence have can never work out, He is essentially lying to Credence
about who he is, his work, his intentions. It is sure to end in disaster and
Graves is desperate not to cause any more heartbreak to his beautiful boy.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     ok so smut time
     there is no rape but definitely can be read as non-con for
     grindelwald/credence at the very end of this chapter and I've updated
     the tags
     so this is my attempt at super smut, I'm happy enough with it since
     I'm still pretty new to writing
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Walking through Hallows club with great trepidation Graves spots Grindelwald,
he is leaning casually against his wing back, resting his elbow on the side. He
is grinning and seems in good spirits, talking with some associates. When he
spots Graves making his way over through the throng of club-goers he lights up,
Graves is immediately uncomfortable, anything that has Grindelwald smiling like
that can't be any good. "Percy good of you to join us." He says, as if showing
up was an option. "Come, walk with me." The two men exit the main club and
proceed up the stairs. "As you know I have been impressed with your work for me
over the past few weeks. I asked you to come along today because I want you to
be my go between with the Barebone woman, give her the payments, make sure we
get our two people in her vans, that kind of thing."
"Thank you sir" is all Graves can reply. This is the opportunity he has been
waiting so long for.
"And to celebrate your promotion and our close partnership I thought we could
have some fun tonight."
A pit has formed in Graves' stomach and it is quickly filling with dread.
"Thank you sir, you shouldn't go to any trouble-"
"Oh don't worry Percy it was no trouble at all" Grindelwald purrs, his palm
presses against Graves' lower back guiding him down a familiar hallway. "We
seem to have some things in common and I thought we could both enjoy tonight."
They stop in front of a door. Graves has been in that room before, just a week
ago. Its difficult to focus, Grindelwald's thumb is rubbing circles into
Graves' back, Graves has to actively work to not cringe away from the touch.
The older man opens the door and Graves can't help but gasp at the sight before
him. Credence is bound to the bed, both arms and legs are tied to the posts
with beautiful, black silk. He is blindfolded with the same material. He has a
gold coloured ball gag, the colour looks beautiful again his plump, red lips.
Looking closer Graves can see he has ear plugs in, totally vulnerable, unable
to see or hear anything and unable to move or speak. Golden nipple clamps are
fixed to him leaving purple bruising all around his areolas, the nipples
looking sensitive and swollen. Graves enters further into the room, Grindelwald
following close behind after closing the door, he is watching Graves' reaction.
There is an ornate cock cage affixed to Credence and Graves also spots the end
of a large black butt plug filling Credence's hole. This is everything he has
dreamed of, he almost forgets that Grindelwald is in the room. Is Graves
willing to debase himself with this sick bastard if it means he can have
Credence like this? Who is he kidding of course he will. He looks to the blonde
for permission, not wanting to overstep or offend the volatile man. Grindelwald
has a deep hunger in his eyes, licking his lips he nods, giving Graves the ok.
Stepping over to the bed Graves rests a knee on the cover. He lightly trails a
hand up Credence's inner thigh. The body beneath his fingers trembles. There is
something so erotic about Credence not knowing who is touching him, totally
vulnerable, not that Graves would ever hurt his precious boy. Continuing his
path up Credence's thigh he avoids touching his caged cock, instead pressing
lightly against the plug, pushing it slightly further into the younger man's
body. Credence tenses, straining his bindings, his back arching off the bed.
His groan is muffled by the gag. His cheeks are flushed as well as his chest,
and there is a sheen of swear covering his whole body. He is the most perfect
creature Graves has ever seen, if Graves was the kind of man to indulge in
poetry he would write sonnets that would put Lord Byron's work to shame, such
was the beauty of his Credence.
In his musings he hadn't realised Grindelwald had moved closer. The blonde was
palming his erection through his trousers, his gaze flitting between Graves and
Credence. Grindelwald stands on the other side of the bed, maintaining eye
contact with Graves, across Credence's prone form, he strokes up Credence's
thigh mirroring Graves' moves. Credence has begun shaking. Graves can't tell if
its in fear or anticipation now that he know there are at least two people in
the room with him. Grindelwald leans into Credence, he tugs at one of the
nipple clamps, its clearly painful, a high pitched whine coming from Credence's
throat. Grindelwald gives it another rough tug before leaning in and kissing
the corner of Credence mouth. He runs a hand possessively down Credence's
sternum. The boy is quivering beneath the touch. "Are you just going to stare
all night?" Grindelwald asks, chuckling as Graves is still taking in the sight
of a tied up Credence. Graves sits on the bed by the boy's knee. Slowly and
carefully avoiding touching any part of him, Graves gets a hold of the plug and
pulls it out an inch, he makes a circular motion, rubbing the plug along the
inside walls. Graves pulls it out further then pushes in the whole way. He can
feel Credence's hole fluttering, gripping the plug and sucking it back up. His
eyes are fixed on where the plug disappears into Credence's body, its
mesmerizing. Grindelwald joins Graves sitting by Credence other hip. He circles
his index ginger around the pulsing ring of muscle. "He has been waiting up
here for over an hour, he is fully prepped, so you don't need to be so gentle
with him." As he speaks Gindelwald doesn't look away from where his finger is
massaging. "Pull it out a little bit again" Grindelwald instructs, Graves
happily does as he is told. As he begins to push the plug back in the older man
somehow manages to slide his fingers in along side it. The sight of the finger
getting sucked into Credence's hole is mesmerizing. That high pitched whine
comes again. Grindelwald removes his finger and sucks on it, his eyes close in
delight. "Hmmm, its no time to keep your hands to yourself Percy." Graves looks
up and sees that Grindelwald's pupils are dilated, obviously aroused. Graves
reaches down and applies pressure to Credence perenium, he continues to massage
the sensitive area, feeling Credence writhe in frustration and arousal. Then
suddenly Credence begins to struggle in earnest, frantically thrashing. Graves
looks up to see Grindelwald holding Credence's nose. With the gag in his mouth
its nearly impossible for him to breath! Grindelwald looks over to Graves,
still suffocating the boy all he says is "It heightens his pleasure, and mine".
Graves watches as he releases Credence's nose. Credence inhales rapidly, his
chest heaving. Graves wonders what Credence is thinking, has he consented to
breath-play? Did he expect it? Or is Credence tied to a bed with his senses
muted and fearing for his life. The game no longer seems fun, Graves is also in
the dark, the only person in this room with any real control is Grindelwald.
Said man, is watching Graves, it feels like he can see Graves come to this
realization. Definitely, his smug smile radiating control and confidence.
"Hmmm" the blonde taps his chin, contemplating his next move "While I do enjoy
my boy tied up all pretty, we need more maneuverability. Untie his legs."
Graves doesn't hesitate wanting to somehow reassure Credence, let him know he
has an ally in the room. While the bindings leave no marks Graves soothingly
rubs at his ankles, giving Credence what he hopes is a reassuring touch.
Grindelwald guides Credence, arranges the boy to his liking. Graves just
watches. Credence is on all fours on the bed, the blind fold and ear plugs stay
put but the ball gag is removed. Credence looks a mess, drool had escaped the
sides of his mouth and when the gag is moved spit smears his lips.
Grindelwald's presses two fingers to those spit slicked, sinful lips. Credence
opens obediently. Graves can see the blonde man shoving his fingers as far back
as possible and then pressing down on the boys tongue, causing him to gag and
choke. The older man chuckles as he removes his fingers and moves to kneel
behind Credence. Both Grindelwald and Graves are still fully clothed. Now
Grindelwald unzips his trousers and takes his cock in hand, jerking it
leisurely. "He's already nice and open but I will work him a bit more then you
can join me back here Percy. He's usually feels so tight you'd never be able to
tell he can take two at once." Oh god! Graves wants to be horrified, he doesn't
want to hurt Credence, but the image that Grindelwald conjures is just too
tempting, too delicious. Graves tries to stifle a groan, but is unsuccessful.
He palms his cock through his jeans, attempting to release some of the tension.
Grindelwald smirks as he slowly fucks the plug in and out of Credence. The
squelching noise it makes is obscene, Graves takes a peak and sees lube leaking
out around where the plug is being thrust in and out. Credence's arms shake, he
looks about to face plant into the bed but he continues to hold himself up.
When Grindelwald finally removes the plug he tosses it aside and quickly fills
Credence up. Without the gag every little hitch of breath, every moan can be
heard clearly. Grindelwald splays a hand possessively on the small of Credence
back. He roughly fucks into Credence, guiding the boys hips simultaneously.
Like before the blonde manages to squeeze a finger into Credence along side his
dick. Graves watches on horrified and fascinated. Grindelwald gets two fingers
in, Graves can see him scissoring them, all the while still thrusting in and
out, albeit more slowly. "I think our boy is good and stretched" Grindelwald
pants after several minutes, "Come Percy, join me." Automatically Graves goes
to kneel on the bed beside the blonde. Grindelwald pauses his actions and
reaches for Graves' zipper. Graves is in no way attracted to Grindelwald, he's
pastey and creepy and has terrible facial hair, but Graves' determined to go
along with whatever the perv has in mind, if it means he gets to enjoy Credence
like this.
Grindelwald strokes him slowly, smearing the lube that has been inside Credence
along Graves' shaft. He groans at the thought, he needs to get inside Credence
now! He place a hand on the boy's waist and takes himself in hand. Ever so
slowly he presses the head against Credence's twitching hole and the side of
Grindelwald's cock. He sinks in easier then expected, Credence opening wide to
accommodate both men. Once fully seated Graves lets out the breath he had been
holding. The feeling is overwhelming. The tightness is like nothing he has ever
felt before. On one side of his cock is the velvety warmth of Credence hole on
the other he can feel Grindelwald's hardness. Credence is panting, as if he has
run a marathon. His arms are trembling, he lowers himself onto his elbows, but
still tries to stay upright. Grindelwald begins to move, Graves stays still
adjusting to the feeling. When Credence lets out a strangles scream Grindelwald
spanks him on his ass cheek. This seems to subdue Credence but as Grindelwald
picks up his pace he continues spanking Credence, each hit landing harder and
harder, until the boy's ass is bright pink and raw looking. Graves begins to
move in rhythm with Grindelwald, when one man pushes in the other pulls back,
Credence gets no reprieve from the relentless pounding. With his cock locked
firmly in the cage Credence is unable to cum, Graves is convinced he would have
cum minutes ago if he had been allowed. The room is filled with the noises of
skin slapping against skin, the squelch of the lube and the three men's pants
and moans. The sensation is just too much, Graves has to pull out, he feels so
lightheaded and euphoric. At the loss Credence's arms buckle and his cheek is
pressed against the bed, arms trembling uselessly. Grindelwald smirks "Feed the
whore your cock, let him taste his own filth." Graves groans at the image, and
immediately goes to kneel in front of Credence. He reaches for the blindfold,
looking up to Grindelwald for permission "May I?" The man with the shark-like
grin nods "And the earplugs too" he instructs.
Graves removes the earplugs first, he can see some of the tension leave
Credence. He unties the silk blindfold and lets it drop to the bed. He runs his
index finger along Credence jaw, getting to his chin and tilting the boy's head
up. Their eyes lock. Neither one dares to speak, afraid of what Grindelwald
might hear. Instead Graves tries to give Credence reassuring pets before
pressing the tip of his cock to Credence's lips. The boys swallows him down
whole, gagging on his length. Instinctively Graves begins thrusting into
Credence's mouth. As the boy takes him expertly Graves closes his eyes and lets
his head fall back in sheer euphoria. He brings both his hands to cups
Credence's cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles along the boy's cheekbones.
Grindelwald's rhythm begins to falter, becoming erratic. Graves pulls out of
Credence's mouth. The blonde wraps his arms around Credence's chest pulling the
boy so he is kneeling upright, back against Grindelwald's chest. Grindelwald
grinds into Credence, viciously biting at his neck, drawing trickles of blood.
Graves shuffles forward on his knees, pressing his front to Credence's. The boy
is now sandwiched, upright, between the two older men. Not waiting for
Grindelwald's permission Graves removes the cock cage, tossing it aside.
Shuffling closer still, Graves captures Credence's mouth and devours him,
licking into the boy's mouth, relentless. At the same time he takes himself and
Credence in hand. The two cocks fit nicely in Graves' hand. As he strokes them
lovingly he swallows every one of Credence's desperate moans. The young man
begins to thrust up into Graves' hand, desperately clutching at his shoulders
with both hands.
Both Graves and Credence are lost in each other. Both are unaware of the
growing fury in Grindelwald's eyes. They dare ignore Grindelwald! He will not
stand for such disrespect! The blonde pulls out of Credence and jerks him back
from Graves. Grindelwald glares at his subordinate. He steps off the bad and
drags Credence with him. He forces the boy to his knees, grabbing one of the
silk bindings he ties the boy's hands behind his back. Credence looks up at
him, terrified. Good! He wants the boy looking at him always! Not watching some
hired-thug. He forces his still hard cock into the boys mouth as far as it will
go. He holds the back of Credence's neck with one hand, not letting him move
backwards. With his other hand he, once again, pinches the boy's nose shut.
Grindelwald viciously begins fucking into Credence's mouth, not letting up for
a second. He can see the boy struggling desperately against his bindings. He
tries to shake his head, to get away from Grindelwald's grip and to free his
airway but the older man has an iron hold on him. The blonde drags his eyes
away from the sight and looks over to Graves. The man is still kneeling on the
bed, a horrified look on his face. He's truly pathetic, his flacid cock hanging
outside his trousers. The only sound in the room now is Credence's choking on
Grindelwald's cock and his own saliva. Quickly Grindelwald cum, forcing his
fluid down the boy's throat. He does not release his nose, he continues holding
the boy, depriving him of oxygen. When he is finished he does not remove
himself from Credence's mouth. The boy's struggling has lessened, his face has
gone a curious shade of purple. "For god sake let him go!" Graves roars, but
does not make a move. Grindelwald does not respond, merely stares back at him.
When he feels Credence go limp he pulls out of his mouth and releases his nose.
The boy falls heavily to the floor, a dead weight. Grindelwald is unconcerned,
he knows from experience Credence will recover soon enough. Stepping over the
unconscious boy he stands before a frozen Graves. "Try and take what is mine
again and I will make him suffer before killing him. Understood?" Graves nods
mutely, eyes darting to Credence. When he looks back to Grindelwald the man has
that creepy smile fixed back in place. As the blonde is tucking his cock away
and smoothing out his suit he says "Excellent. Now I'll need you here on
Wednesday afternoon to discuss logistics and payments to Mary-Lou Barebone.
Please don't be late." With those instructions he takes his leave, leaving an
unconscious Credence and a stunned Graves in his wake. He smiles to himself as
he makes his way back down to the club, confident that his position in
Credence's life is once again unchallenged.
Chapter End Notes
     so thats my attempt at smutty smut *runs away and hides*
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***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
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The moment Grindelwald leaves the room Graves is at Credence's side. The boy is
breathing at least and a sharp slap to his cheek has him blinking up at Graves.
Quickly Credence gets his bearings and sits up looking to see where Grindelwald
is.
"He's gone, its ok, its just you and me now." Graves soothes, desperately
wanting to wrap Credence up in a hug but unsure how the boy will react to the
physical touch.
Credence remains sitting on the ground, gulping in deep breaths. He's staring
at the wall, lost in his head. All Graves can do is wait him out. After several
minutes Credence speaks "You should go back down to the club." His voice is
monotone, he doesn't look at Graves.
"I should stay here with you, make sure you're ok."
"Its nothing I can't handle, I know what I can take."
"That doesn't mean you should take it!" horrified at Credence's acceptance of
his treatment. "Why do you stay? What could you possibly owe Grindelwald that
compels you to remain here."
"He saved me! I owe him everything!" Credence looks close to tears, Graves
shouldn't push the boy but he needs to know Credence's connection to the pervy
mobster. Graves waits for him to continue, "I was kicked out of my house, my
adoptive mother threw me out. She couldn't save my soul, I was passed
redemption. I couldn't remain in case I infected the other children with my
sin. I was sleeping rough when Grindelwald picked me up. He put a roof over my
head, fed me, bought me clothes..."
"...Fucked you while you were underage, pimped you out, abused you. Yeah sounds
like you owe him a lot." It wasn't the smartest strategy but Graves couldn't
sit there and listen to this, Grindelwald had managed to seriously twist
Credence's perspective.
"You don't know what it was like before him. Believe it or not but this life is
preferable to how I was living before. Yes I will take rough sex over constant
beatings and living in fear. It doesn't matter if you don't like its not your
choice. Now I think you should show your face downstairs. Don't piss him off
more than you already have tonight!"
"You think if you get pissy enough with me I'll leave you alone, well I won't.
I'm not going to just abandon you. Well I'm not. Here." Graves takes out a
crumpled piece of paper and grabs a pencil from the bedside table, quickly
jotting down his cell number. "If you ever need somewhere to go you know where
my apartment is. If you want to just meet up call me on this number. I'm
serious Credence, you need to get out, sooner rather than later. When you chose
to save yourself I will help you as best I can."
Credence stares at him wide eyed. Graves has to press the phone number into his
hand. The older man gently cradles the boy's head and kisses the corner of his
mouth, not wanting to suffocate him with a full kiss. With great difficulty
Graves manages to pull away from Credence, leaving him on the floor of the
bedroom. He goes to leave through the club, Grindelwald catches his eye as he
leaves. The blonde radiating triumph as Graves slinks out with his shoulders
hunched and headed bowed.
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He immediately calls Abernathy when he reaches his building. On his way home
from the club he has tried to put the pieces together but he can't see it
clearly. Credence is the son of Mary-Lou, who has a mutually beneficial deal
with Grindelwald, the man who shacked up with her, then, underage son. Is it
all just coincidence? These people randomly came together unbeknownst to each
other? No, Graves couldn't accept that. There had to be more going on and he
needed to find out what. Abernathy picked up promptly.
"Have you found anything further looking into Mary-Lou?" Graves asks without
any preamble.
Thankfully Abernathy seems to be prepared, "I have been looking into her bank
accounts. There are regular payments that I can track back to people within
Grindelwald's close circle but nothing linked to the man himself. All of these
payments are for the same amount and come at the same time every two months.
But there is a large sum of money that was transferred into her account just
over a year ago. So far I haven't been able to trace where the money came from.
But it is a substantial amount, it definitely needs further investigating."
"Focus on tracing the source of that large payment last year, it definitely
seems important. Keep everybody alert and ready."
"Will do sir." and he promptly hangs up.
There is something that is niggling at the back of Graves' mind. But he is
exhausted after his time with Credence and Grindelwald, emotionally and
physically. Graves has broken the law to gain Grindelwald's trust, hell he's
killed for it. But he feels like an accomplice to Credence's abuse and that
makes him retch. Graves has finally found a line he won't cross. He'll rob,
he'll murder but her won't hurt Credence, even if it means compromising his
mission.
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He dreads his meeting with Grindelwald. As he arrives Credence is nowhere to be
seen, Graves assumed Grindelwald would try and taunt him, using the boy. But
with no Credence in sight Graves worries, hopes he is safe.
"Its very simple really" Grindelwald drawls, "the accounts are already set up.
All you need to do is give her this cheque, no fuse. Your real job will be
getting assurances from her about our drivers in her vans. If she tries to
screw me over down the line I will blame you Percy. Understand?"
"Yes sir" Graves takes the cheque and leaves without another word. He can feel
Grindelwald's eyes follow him as he walks out.
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Seeing Mary-Lou this time around is harder than Graves expected. Knowing how
she abused Credence, how she got away with it, it almost sends Graves into a
rage. He has to collect himself before speaking to her. Handing over the cheque
"With this generous donation Mr. Grindelwald would like to know when can our
drivers begin their work?"
She looks like she detests having to speak to a lowly street thug. She
scrunches her nose in disdain, "His drivers can begin as soon as possible as
long as they follow some rules." Graves raises his eyebrows, waiting for her to
continue. "The vans will be kept in the underground car park of the church when
not in use. Your men will come here to get the vans and they must return them
here when they are finished. I will be keeping a record of their comings and
goings, unofficially, to deter your boss from trying anything funny."
They had been expecting this and were prepared to agree to her terms, so Graves
just nods in acceptance. As they are hammering out the details in a room off to
the side of the lobby in the church, a young boy, no older than 12 enters the
office, handing something to Mary-Lou. She takes it but does not look, instead
focusing intently on the boy. "Tell me Ezekiel, why you have chosen this moment
to come to me? Interrupting an important meeting. Are you so prideful that you
want all the attention for yourself, hmmm? And what is it that you have brought
me? A sweet?" She unwraps what is in her hand. "You do know gluttony is a sin?
And where did you get this, stolen no doubt. You wretched boy, how dare you
bring sin into the Lord's house, into my house!" Quicker than Graves can react
she slaps the boy across the face. He doesn't cry out just takes the hit. "If
you continue to refuse to let God in, if you refuse his teachings I will be
forced to cast you out. Are you going to make me do that?" The boy meekly
shakes his head. "Do you know what happens to boys who reject God and his love?
They get tossed out into the street, where they become whores, living a most
debasing and sinful life. Do you want that to happen to you? No? Well then do
not interrupt me again. Understand?" They boy hurries out of the office,
Graves' hands are balled tightly into fists, resisting the urge to attack the
woman. "Let us continue I don't have all day." She continues as if the
interruption never happened, and Graves leaves the building as soon as
possible.
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What she had said to the boy sticks with Graves over the following days. Is it
possible that Mary-Lou knows that Credence is with Grindelwald? It doesn't make
sense though. Why would Mary-Lou allow her young son engage in a homosexual
relationship, she hardly seems like she would allow such a thing. But then she
kicked him out of the house, obviously doesn't care about him. So Credence is
the connecting thread, linking Mary-Lou and Grindelwald, and now Graves. Does
the boy know of the interactions between his pimp and his mother? He really
needs to talk to Credence but the has not heard from his boy since that night.
Graves tries to push it out of his mind, focus on the job at hand but his
thoughts constantly return to those beautiful brown eyes.
One afternoon late in the week Graves is lounging in his shitty apartment,
mentally mapping out plans of attack, strategies and fall back plans for when
the time comes. He is not expecting the knock on his door. He reaches for one
of the guns he has hidden around the apartment. Looking through the peephole he
sags in relief, immediately opening the door to allow Credence inside. He looks
relatively unharmed standing in Graves' living room. "Are you ok?" that is the
most important thing after all.
"I'm fine"
"Did you get into any trouble after that night?"
"No, I've been keeping low, he seems busy with work anyway, suits me fine."
"Not that I'm not happy to see you but what are you doing here?" He desperately
wants to touch Credence, have him safe in his arms but can't, not yet.
"You said I could stop by" he looks hurt at Graves' apparent rejection.
"Are you going to go back to Grindelwald?"
He gets a shrug in response, Credence won't look him in the eye. "You have to
chose he won't let you come and go as you please".
"Can I just stay here for the afternoon, he thinks I'm out studying."
"Yes of course" Graves can't deny thus boy anything.
Credence does actually study for a short while, both men quietly working
separately. For lunch Graves' serves last night’s takeout, Credence doesn't
complain. He decides while he has the boy here he may as well try and find out
what he knows. "I got an interesting job from Grindelwald earlier in the week."
he says through a mouthful of low mein. Credence looks up expectantly. "Yeah, I
had to go to that Second Salemers cult and meet with the head. Pretty scary
woman actually." He watches Credence's reaction. At the mere mention of Mary-
Lou all colour has drained from his face and he has stopped eating. "Her and
Grindelwald seem to have some sort of deal going on, which I thought was odd. A
religious leader and a mobster...well maybe its not that odd."
"What!?" Credence chokes out, the shock and betrayal clear on his face. So he
didn't know about Grindelwald's business dealings with his mother.
"Yeah he's paying her, has been for about a year, they have some sort of
mutually beneficial agreement. Hey you ok? You don't look so good."
"Yeah, I'm fine, yeah, um, I-I just need to..." he runs to the kitchen sink and
thrown up, legs trembling, Graves stands behind him, to support him, rubbing
circles into his back.
"Come on, over to the couch, you need to sit down" Credence can barely walk,
Graves takes most of his weight, which isn't much, and practically carries him
to the couch. "What happened there?"
"Nothing, its nothing..."
"Credence please, I want to help you. You can tell me."
He looks so conflicted, the pain in his eyes is hard to look at but Graves will
not flinch away, Credence needs him to be strong. He prays Credence can trust
him, but that might be a step to far for this damaged boy. He mumbles something
that Graves can't catch. "What was that?"
"She kicked me out." he whispers, eyes fixed on his shoes.
Graves feigns ignorance "Your mother kicked you out, what does she have to do
with this?"
"She's the head of the church" he admits, "and she and Grindelwald work
together?" he looks devastated. "That...that doesn't make any sense. Why would
she work with him he lives in sin...th- that isn't fair!"
"Credence calm down, we can figure this out."
"No! I will not calm down, I was kicked out because I had strayed from God, I
was unworthy, but then she commits sin and its ok?! No, no that is not ok!" he
was getting angry and worked up.
"Shhh, please Credence calm down." Graves was beginning to put the pieces
together. Should he tell Credence, his theory? The boy was already upset, but
he had a right to know. Graves wasn't even thinking about the larger picture,
he didn't care about jeopardizing his mission, he just needed to protect
Credence. "I think I know what has been going on. But I need you to not freak
out ok?" He waits for Credence to calm down, makes sure he is really listening.
"I'm a cop." Credence opens his mouth but Graves cuts him off, "No please just
listen to what I have to say and we will talk after. I'm a cop and I have been
working undercover for months now, trying to bring down Grindelwald. He has
been flooding the city with drugs and he has a monopoly on the market, he is
too powerful to be allowed to continue. He has had an agreement with Mary-Lou
and the Second Salemers where he feeds them information on know criminals that
they can persecute. It helps the church stay in the news and earns them points
with the public and with politicians. He also seems to be bribing them. This
benefits Grindelwald as he gets the church to take out his competition without
getting his own hands dirty. He can also get favours from the church. He is
moving his drugs around the in church vehicles, meaning they won't be stopped
and searched by cops."
"But, but how can she do that? Ma isn't a drug dealer, she wouldn't allow hi-"
"She has allowed him Credence, she is helping Grindelwald. Sure, she probably
justifies it to herself, thinks she is doing more good than harm. But your
mother is not a good person, Credence. She beat you and then abandoned you. She
is a liar and a hypocrite. And thats not all."
Credence looks at him with dead eyes, he seems numb, waiting for Graves to
deliver even more bad news.
Graves takes a deep breath knowing the pain his next words will cause,
"Credence, I think your mother paid Grindelwald to take you in." That did shock
the boy, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened and closed several times but
no sounds comes out. "You had been picked up several times for vagrancy, and
Mary-Lou could have gotten in serious trouble if an underage child in her care
was sleeping rough. She knows of Grindelwald's lifestyle. Credence, I'm sorry,
I think she sold you to him."
"What?" he chokes out, "That's not possible, you- you're lying!" There's no
force behind the words, the young man seems utterly defeated.
"While investigating my team found that a large sum of money had been
transferred into her account almost a year ago, around the same time you
started living with Grindelwald. She wanted you gone and he is always eager
fresh meat. They came to an agreement and manipulated you into it. I'm sorry
Credence, I'm so, so sorry." He knew there was nothing that he could say, he
just ripped apart his boy's world. Without waiting for permission he wraps
Credence up in a protective hug, holding him tighter than he probably should.
Trying to let the younger man know that he had someone who cares for him.
Credence doesn't move or react, he stares straight ahead in shock. Graves
gently rocks him back and forth, petting his head. They sit like that for the
rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Credence finally breaking down into
heaving sobs after hours of numb, shocked silence. He finally falls asleep,
exhausted. Graves carries him from the couch to his bed, hoping his boy can
find some peace in sleep.
He picks up his phone and calls the office, Tina picks up.
"Goldstein, shut up and listen. The missing Second Salemer boy that you are
looking for, I know where he is. Our two cases are one in the same. Get a team
together as quick as you can. I'm moving on Grindelwald in two days, I need to
brief everyone of the plan. The operation will include arresting the leader of
the church, the Barebone woman."
"Wait, what!? Slow down Graves, what are you saying?"
"I will be at the office tomorrow to brief multiple SWAT teams of the plan to
take down both Grindelwald and the Second Salemers. I need you to get together
the best people, I'm counting on you for that Goldstein. I'll be bringing in
the missing boy as well. If your sister doesn't have any active cases at the
moment I would like her to talk to him. He needs someone in his corner, and I
can't think of anyone better than Queenie."
He could sense Tina had a million questions but all she said was "Yes sir, I
will see you tomorrow and don't worry I'll have everything organised" and with
that she hung up.
Adrenalin was coursing through him, months of work had been leading up to this
point. He was on the verge of success. He needed to calm down and rest though.
He had to be fresh for tomorrow's meeting. And, he had to convince Credence to
come with him to the station and stay put. His sudden energy left him and
Graves felt very old. The couch was not an appealing option so he stripped down
to his boxers and slid into bed behind Credence. Instinctively wrapping his
arms around the sleeping form. Credence didn't wake and seemed content to be
held.
Graves can't help but think, if everything goes as planned over the next few
days he could have a real chance with Credence. They could both have a life
that they had been denied, a life that they both deserved.
Chapter End Notes
     okay not going to lie, I'm not really happy with this chapter at all,
     it just seems really choppy to me. There will probably be only one or
     two more chapters and I'm not great at writing action, so we will see
     how that goes!
     I had high hopes for this fic but I feel like I've let it get away
     from me :(
     to all those who are still reading, thank you so much for sticking
     with it, I hope you aren't too disappointed with how this has ends
     up.
     I have been writing drabbles that I haven't posted anywhere and I
     just hope that I can get my writing to a level that I am happy with.
     as always comments and kudos are welcome, and constructive critiscm
     is helpful just please don't be rude
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***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     ok so this chapter is super abrupt, but this is pretty much the last
     chapter, just a short epilogue to follow. also there is no further
     smut :'(
     this fic was jsut kicking my ass. Its not what I wanted it to be and
     I'm not super happy with it but I did want to finish it.
     Thanks to everyone who is still reading, your encouragement has been
     really amazing. Hopefully the ending isnt too disappointing.
He tried not to fidget, it wouldn't do well for his colleagues to see him
nervous. In truth he wasn't worried about the upcoming operation, he just hated
having Credence out of his sight. He had left the boy with Queenie Goldstein in
Tina's office. It had taken some convincing but Graves managed to get Credence
to agree to go with him to the police station that morning.
Graves has just finished briefing the heads of the SWAT teams and the
investigative teams. They'll make their move tomorrow. Abernathy coordinating
the various teams, Tina will take lead entering the Church while Graves will go
to Hallows Club. Smaller teams will take the trucks simultaneously. If
everything goes according to plan Grindelwald will be finished.
Speaking briefly with Tina, they both hope to bring Mary-Lou in on multiple
charges, but they will need Credence's cooperation that. Hopefully Queenie can
persuade Credence to bring charges. The younger Goldstein has a knack for
encouraging and comforting people, especially kids, and Graves hopes she can
work some of her magic on Credence.
He lets out a tired breath as glances over their game plan, his colleagues
having left the briefing just a few minutes ago. He can sense Tina's presence
behind him.
"Its a big risk, coming here today, you've practically outed yourself if
Grindelwald has any spies in the area."
Graves shrugs, past the point of caring, its been too long a mission, it needs
to be over.
"Don't!. I can see you thinking. Rushing to the finish line. If we get sloppy
both Grindelwald and Mary-Lou could walk, and then there would be a bounty on
your head as well as Credence's. You need to stay focused." Her tone is firm
but Graves can hear the pleading. She's worried about him.
"I know Tina. We'll do this properly, thoroughly. I just... I can't lose him."
He buries his face in his hands, exhausted.
"Lets go to my office, he's probably antsy waiting for you."
Graves heaves himself from his seat, bone tired, but he needs to be strong to
protect Credence, to free him of the toxic people that have invaded his life.
His body physically relaxes once he sets eyes on Credence through the glass of
Tina's office, the tension drains from him. Tina is assessing him out of the
corner of her eye. The last thing he needs is the two Goldsteins meddling in
his and Credence's...what, relationship?
Queenie walks out to them, "A word Mr Graves? Teenie can you go in and sit with
Credence? We'll only be a minute."
The younger Goldstein may not be as outwardly assertive but Graves has a
healthy respect for the woman, and she is not to be trifled with.
"That boy needs help."
"Why do you think I brought him to you?"
"No, he needs real help, doctors, psychiatrists, therapy. He obviously didn't
tell me much but what he did tell me... And if he's mixed up with Grindelwald
and that cult he must be dealing with some serious trauma."
Graves feels a pang of unease, knowing that he is responsible for some of that
trauma. He took advantage of Credence when he shouldn't have. He's pulled the
boy into even more danger.
"We'll get him help. But right now he needs to stay somewhere safe while the
raids are carried out. And we need him to testify against his mother. We have
enough evidence against Grindelwald without him and I wouldn't force Credence
to face that bastard in court."
"You care about him", she not asking, just stating a fact.
"I'm not doing this now, not here" he responds gruffly, slipping past Goldstein
and going to the office.
Credence looks so small and fragile, curled in on himself on the hard, grey
couch in Tina's office. He's wearing one of Graves' jumpers and it engulfs him,
with his hands wrapped tightly around a cup of tea. Tina is whispering
something to him intently. Graves is reminded that Tina was tasked with finding
him, and she has interacted with his bitch of a mother. The tender way in which
she talks to Credence shows she understands the magnitude of damage done to the
boy. Not for the first time Graves is thankful for the sisters. Too many cops
are like him, gruff and abrupt, the force needs more people like Tina, and no
one is better suited to child services than Queenie.
He sits next to Credence, no reason to distance himself from the boy, its only
Tina and Queenie in the room to see. He wraps an arm around the younger man and
pulls him close, pressing a kiss to black curls, he leaves his cheek resting on
his boy's head before straightening up and getting down to business.
 
It took a hell of a lot of convincing but Credence finally agreed to stay in
Graves' apartment over the next few days, he won't step foot outside. His boy
is stubborn as hell and Graves knows if it wasn't for the power of Tina's
'disappointed face' they would still be arguing. He won't admit it but Graves
is delighted to see that Credence still has so much fight in him. If
Grindelwald and his mother can't break his spirit the boy is near
indestructible in Graves' eyes, but then again he is heavily biased.
 
Graves and the teams make their move the following morning. Several teams
moving simultaneously to avoid any information getting relayed back to
Grindelwald or Mary-Lou.
He hears over the comms as Tina and her team swiftly enter the church. The only
resistance they meet is from preacher herself. By the sounds of it Tina enjoys
booking her a little more than is professional. There is a large group of
children, many have no official documentation and don't seem to be in the
foster system. The case against Mary-Lou and her church strengthens by the
minute.
The trickiest part is catching all of the vans simultaneously. But Abernathy
outdid himself in the planning. Not only were all of the vans quickly stopped
the amount of drugs seized would later be recognized as the biggest drugs bust
the city has ever seen.
All of this was echoing in Graves' ear as he and his team entered Hallows. The
club was empty of staff, even at this hour. He knew Grindelwald kept an
apartment above the club. The gangster's main residence was too far out of town
and Graves knew the blonde would want to be close by while the drugs were being
transported.
With his gun raised he kicked down the apartment door and led the team in a
sweep of the apartment. It was empty, nothing incriminating in plain sight and
more importantly, no Grindelwald. As they cleared the apartment a picture
caught his eye. There on the fridge was a photo of himself and Credence leaving
the library. That had been weeks ago, he thought no one had seen the,. He knew
Grindelwald had Credence trailed but...but nothing, if someone had followed
Credence to Graves' apartment even once then Grindelwald would know where
Credence is right now!
He's never felt fear like this before. He's rooted to the spot for a solid
minute, completely stunned. When his brain kicks back into gear Graves sprinted
out of the apartment and through the club without a word to the SWAT team. If
he brought backup it would only put Credence in more danger.
Swerving in and out of traffic with his sirens blaring Graves rips out his com,
not prepared to explain to an anxious Tina what the issue was. He knew she
would send back up to help him, so he needed to act fast to avoid a standoff or
hostage situation with Grindelwald and Credence.
There were no suspicious vehicles parked outside his apartment but that meant
little. Cautiously making his way up the stairs Graves could see his front door
was ajar.
Opening the door he is met with the smug smile of Grindelwald. His eyes though
are cold and flinty. Obviously pissed his drug empire has come crashing down.
Grindelwald has his gun in hand, aimed right at Graves.
There, in front of Grindelwald, on his knees is Credence. His face buried in
the older man's crotch. Its only when Graves hears the quiet chocking noises
that he realizes Grindelwald has his cock stuffed down Credence throat. He sees
red.
"Its over!", he seethes, "let him go!" he keeps his gun trained on Grindelwald,
refusing to lower his guard.
"Imagine my disappointment Percy" Grindelwald says as if Graves hadn't spoken,
"my trusted employee and my sweet boy, conspiring against me."
"Credence had nothing to do with the sting."
"Oh I know that. I'm talking about how you planned to steal what is mine! How
foolish do you think I am?"
"He's not a toy! You and that bitch mother of his are going to pay for what
you've done."
"My my, Percy. Getting all riled up. Its just a play-thing, entertainment",
with a cruel smile he lowers his gun and presses the barrel to Credence's
forehead. The young man whimpers but is otherwise gagged. "If this is the end
for me do you really think I would let you and him ride off into the sunset?
Come now, I thought you were brighter than that" he scoffs.
Graves hesitates, there's no guarantee that he can down Grindelwald, before the
other man can get a shot off. He can't risk Credence.
Thankfully Credence is not one to easily give up. Before Graves can comprehend
what happens, Grindelwald is reeling back screeching. Credence rolls to the
side out of the line of fire. This time without hesitating Graves pumps three
bullets right into Grindelwald's chest. The moment hangs in the air, as if in
slow motion Grindelwald collapses in a slump in Graves' kitchen. An ignoble
death.
Rushing to Credence's side Graves wraps the gasping figure in his arms. When
the shaking subsides Graves holds the boy at arms length to assess the damage.
His face is smeared with blood and his left eye is already starting to swell.
Graves can't stop running his hands up and down Credence, making sure he is ok.
Alive.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I shouldn't have left you without protection" he's
near incoherent with relief.
"Shh its ok, I'm here, we're both safe."
Graves can't believe it, Credence is soothing him! After everything this boy
has been through hie is still as compassionate and kind as ever.
"I don't deserve you" he all but sobs into Credence's hair.
"Well thankfully its not just your decision to make" Credence says sternly, now
its his turn to assess Graves.
Their moment is interrupted by Tina and 5 SWAT guys bursting into the
apartment. Tina takes one look at Grindelwald's body and Graves and a calm
Credence kneeling on the ground and lets out a sigh of relief.
 
The rest of the day is a blur. Graves get an earful from Seraphina. If he
rushes off without calling for backup again she'll have his balls and from the
look on her face she meant it. Tina was equally disapproving, but Graves
couldn't find it in himself to be cowed. Credence was safe, the worst damage to
him was just a black eye. All that blood had been Grindelwald's, Credence had
bitten down on him quite hard.
Reminding himself of his companion Graves wanders over to Tina's office where
Credence is resting. He has been interviewed and given statements. Graves, with
Tina's help had ensured that Credence wouldn't be a focus of the investigation.
They had more than enough evidence without him, he didn't need to relive the
trauma.
Queenie was with the younger man. She had been an anchor for him throughout
today's interviews, fighting his corner relentlessly. And now, showing that she
might as well be psychic Queenie leaves Graves and Credence, knowing
instinctively that they need a quiet moment in the midst of the chaos of today.
"When can we go home?" a sleepy Credence mumbles.
Graves' heart thrills at Credence thinking of the apartment as home.
"Well it's still an active crime scene so we're going to stay with Newt and
Tina for a few days."
"Mmph" an exhausted Credence can't muster up any other response.
Graves is more than happy to talk to his dozing boy, with Credence in his arms
and two major threats nullified Graves is able to finally allow himself to feel
everything he has been holding back for the past few weeks. The overwhelming
relief and love that floods through him is enough to knock him on his ass (if
he weren't already sitting). He hadn't let himself think of a future with
Credence, not until Grindelwald was gone at least. Now there were endless
possibilities open to them.
"You'll like Newt" he whispers, smiling into Credence's curls, "he keeps so
many pets I don't know how Tina puts up with it. You'll like them I think. We
can stay with them for a few weeks until I can find us a new apartment...maybe
even a house. Would you like that my boy? I'll get you anything you want all
you have to do is ask."
Sitting there in the dim office as people flit to and fro just outside the door
Graves feels a sense of calm, a sense of rightness. With Credence safe in his
arms there is very little that can be wrong.
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     epilogue with a short jump forward in time
Chapter Notes
     so just a really short epilogue to finish this fic up, like i said
     previously the ending was a bit abrupt and im not really happy with
     how this fic turned out but...oh well.
     thanks to everyone still reading, you're support has been great
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Oh so sorry, he gets a bit excited you know" Newt pants as he drags a massive
slobbering Doberman away from Graves.
What else did Newt think would happen! Of course the dog was going to go crazy
once it knew food was coming. The second he and Credence began to set the table
in the back garden, Niff, the Doberman came bounding through the house. Graves
wanted to be more angry at Newt and the dog, there was slobber all over his
jeans. But with Credence doubled over, clutching his stomach in silent laughter
Graves couldn't find it in himself to be angry. All he felt now was wonder,
wonder at Credence, at how resilient and beautiful he was.
His thoughts were interrupted by Queenie and Jacob stepping into the garden
with food laden trays. Tina had wanted to throw a party, she says to celebrate
Credence and Graves finding a new house, but Graves knows she's celebrating
them moving out. It can get uncomfortable when your boss and his boyfriend stay
over.
"So Credence have you thought any further about what you're going to do?"
inquires Jacob, picking up from where the conversation ended, once they were
all seated around the table.
"I- I think I'm going to take a semester off, just until things are more
settled and then I'll go back to school", he glances over to Graves, seeing if
that was the right thing to say. Some habits die hard and Credence is trying to
break so many ingrained responses, he's doing remarkably well.
"That sounds wonderful sweetie. You won't know yourself when you're back in
class and coming home to a new house every evening, it will be wonderful."
Queenie squeezes the boy's hand, assuring him of the bright future ahead.
Graves will be forever grateful to Queenie, to everyone really, they readily
accepted Credence and supported him in the immediate aftermath of the whole
Grindelwald/Mary-Lou situation.
Looking around at his family Graves is content. Queenie feeding Jacob some
cake, Tina admonishing Newt for feeding his animals from the table. Credence
happily observing the other couples. Graves reaches for the delicate hand,
pressing a kiss to scarred knuckles. The shy smile he gets in response will
forever send a trill up his spine.
"Well we don't want to overstay our welcome, anymore than we already have.
Goldstein, Scamander I'll see the both of you at the office tomorrow. Queenie,
Jacob, we'll have you over as soon as the house is decent. Thank you all for
your hospitality." He sounds gruff, but he can't help it. Public displays of
emotion have never been his strong point. He watches as Credence hugs each of
his friends (and Niff) before leaving Tina and Newt's with the last of their
stuff.
As they pull out of the drive, both men quietly content, Graves once again
reaches for Credence hand. Happy to be finally home.
Chapter End Notes
     Well thats it, I hope people aren't too disappointed with the ending.
     Thank you so much to everyone who read and especially to those who
     commented, your encouragement was a great motivator (even if I didn't
     reply to every comment)
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