Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10885158. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies) Relationship: Credence_Barebone/Original_Percival_Graves Character: Credence_Barebone, Original_Percival_Graves, Mary_Lou_Barebone Additional Tags: Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Master/Pet, Daddy_Kink, Minor, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat, kittyboy_credence, sad_old_creeper_graves, Watersports, Blow_Jobs, scruffing, Human_Trafficking, nomaj_animagi, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Rough_Sex, Mute!Credence, Original_Percival Graves_is_a_Softie, Credence_Barebone_Gets_a_Hug, Cock_Worship, Cock Warming, Multiple_Orgasms, Underage_Sex, Hella, credence_crying_during sex, graves_shushing_during_sex Collections: Anonymous Stats: Published: 2017-05-12 Words: 5054 ****** Take Me Home Tonight ****** by Anonymous Summary Credence has always wanted to belong someplace, finally, he can. Notes yeah theres no excuses here but its definitely inspired by some kitty!credence fanart. i just made it porny with some suggestions from friends. Mary Lou Barebone was the steely eyed woman who ran the joint, and Percival didn’t trust her for a second. He suspected half the animals had been rogue experiments, illegal captured children animagi, honed to become pets for the rich elite, and it was all very distasteful. He wanted a lifetime companion, a pet would merely serve him, and never be his true equal. But in the end, it was his compassion that did him wrong, that made him stop in, and stare for a long moment at the quietest creature of them all. Among the pups and the chirping birds and the occasional bark, there was a dark haired pale skinned little boy who was curled in a corner of one of the glass cages, sleeping soundly, through all the chaos, or maybe he’d been born into it, and so he was accustomed to such constant noises. He found himself stepping closer, not even bothering to read the tag on the cage, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth, wondering if it would wake the boy or catch his attention. He slept on, as if bored with the world. As far as Percival could see, he had ears like a cat, and a dark slip of a tail tucked under his legs, hands pressed together beneath his cheeks, knees to his chest, hiding anything that should remain private from any potential buyers. He was lovely, and looked innocently sweet, long lashes grazing his cheeks while he slept. But was he damaged? Was he any... use ? Percival didn’t even know what he thought a creature like that could be used for, but Mary Lou had found him, she was standing a few steps away, smiling like a shark. Her voice made his skin crawl. “Would you like to go inspect him? You’re welcome to step into the cage, check and see if he’s to your liking.” Percival huffed a sigh, and then cracked his knuckles and moved forward, flicking the door open with a quick spell, and ignoring Mary Lou’s smug smile. All he wanted was to buy all the pets and then let them loose in the closest forest, to let them roam, to save them from what surely would be a terrible life. Even though some of them looked content, they’d probably get restless the older they got. As he watched the cage right next to the sleeping boy, two little girl kittens were wrestling each other, gentle and playfully, one blonde haired girl pinning the other before leaning down to nuzzle their face into the darker girl’s hair. He shook his head and kept on, striding close enough to see the perfect curve of the boy’s spine, and a trail of dark hair leading from the nape of their neck down their back. He reached down and grasped the boy’s neck, on what would have been the scruff of the creature, had he been fully transformed into a cat, to lift him up for a better look. These half and half hybrids were disturbing to Percival, in as much as seeing a human face where it shouldn’t have been, like in a painting of clouds. The boy blinked dark eyes over at him as he began to slowly wake up, though relaxed in his hold, and then plush pink lips parted in a yawn, as the boy stretched, legs falling down from being tucked against his chest, hanging free, revealing a pale skinned chest, abdomen, and slightly pink little cock framed by dark hair. “Aren’t you sweet?” Percival murmured, and the boy looked at him strangely, as if confused, and then tried to speak, only for a small mewl to escape his throat. “He doesn’t speak?” He turned to find Mary Lou watching him closely, and she shook her head. “Why not?” “He’s always been like that. Too scared to try. Too young to go off to school yet” “What else is wrong with him? Is he defective?” Percival almost bit his tongue for saying such crude things, but it was what she would expect, as he pulled the boy closer, flush to him, despite still being clutched by the scruff, the boy tried to melt into him, tried to reach out to be held. “Why, I wouldn’t know. I don’t play with the merchandise.” Percival sighed, and walked over to the nearest chair, bringing the boy with him, to plop unceremoniously onto his lap, letting him get comfortable while perched atop his thighs, before reaching between the boy’s legs, and wrapping a hand around his small cock. It swelled up with blood fairly quickly, hardening so much that it made the boy gasp, and then Percival was stroking harder, fast, emboldened by how the head of the boy’s cock wept against his palm, and the small body was trembling, shivering under his touch. “Oh sweet thing, have you ever done this before?” Another mewl, more strained now, and a firm shaking of his dark hair, before the boy was putting a hand to him, gripping his arm through his shirt, turning to mouth over his collar, and biting his scarf, before shuddering through his climax, copious white slick then wetting Percival’s fingers. He let go of the boy’s cock to stare at his palm, and looked up to find the boy appeared horrified, afraid of what had happened, tears slipping down pale cheeks, making his dark eyes liquid, endless. “Don’t cry lovely. You’re perfect.” He shushed the boy and put his clean hand to cup his soft cheek, thumbing away the closest tear. He glanced up to Mary Lou, who actually seemed embarrassed about what he’d just done. Like he gave a fuck. “I’ll take him. How much?”   *   Credence was more frightened than he’d ever been in his life, but beneath all that was a tiny sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Mister Graves wasn’t going to hurt him or just use him for his holes, all that he was good for, according to Mary Lou, and from what he’d heard the others saying it was to be expected. Wicked children who had the power they couldn’t control, to be less than human were freaks, useless and worth only what the nice wizards and witches would pay to own them, as pets. He didn’t have a shiny collar or leash on him, but instead, Mister Graves insisted on carrying him in his arms, tucking Credence’s face into the crook of his neck, so that he was overwhelmed with the man’s scent, the strong spicy smoke of cinnamon and cigars, mixed with whiskey. He had almost fallen back to sleep by the time the man stopped walking, and said they were home, and did he want to take a look around? He nodded, and the man carefully set him down, onto his hind legs, still holding one of his front hands, and guiding him through the apartment, not house, showing where everything was. He would be sleeping with Mister Graves, at the foot of his bed, and he could have his own blanket if he wished, so he wouldn’t get cold, or have to worry about what to do without clothing. He had never really noticed his own nudity, until the man had started touching him, down in the place he was constantly yelled at and slapped for even reaching to. If he had to use the toilet, he was not allowed to do more than go stand over the pad, and try to aim as best he could. He would rub into the soft hay and keep himself dry. But now? With a proper owner and human, he wondered what he would be told to do. Would he be allowed to touch himself? Made to do so to entertain Mister Graves? He didn’t know. “Are you hungry?” Credence blinked, and he realized the man was talking to him, expecting an answer. Should he lie? Insist he could go a bit longer without eating, or would be happy to devour whatever the man wanted to give him? Mister Graves was standing at the mouth of the kitchen, hands on his hips, no longer holding one of Credence’s. So he shuffled forward, and rubbed his cheek against the man’s leg, trying to tell him it was all up to Mister Graves. He could see something like a lump in the man’s pants, between his legs like where Credence had his own secondary smaller tail. “Is that a yes? What are you doing?” Credence reached up to pet the man’s private spot, and felt something twitch under his palm, before Mister Graves let out a moan. “You… want that? It’s not exactly a meal. Okay… c’mon. Let’s see how you do.” Credence slowly followed the man as he went to sit down in front of the crackling fireplace, which was so nice and warm against his bare backside, as he knelt in front of Mister Graves, he waited to be told what he should do next. He was perfectly fitted between the man’s legs again, and he leaned in, pressing his mouth to the man’s bulge, watching his face for instructional cues, without a word. That was said to be only his second best hole, and so if he could not speak, he would put it to good use. He licked over the fabric, trying to figure out how to open it, or if the man even wanted it off, and then there was a hand cupping the back of his neck, urging him closer. “So sweet, so good. Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Credence’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. He knew what to do, sort of, but had never! It was why he had a green star on his name plate. Had the man not noticed? Or asked? “Okay. Well, be careful of your teeth, and just, hold still.” Credence shifted back a little as Mister Graves undid his trousers and pulled out his… cock. His eyes widened and he tried to moisten his lips, licking them as he watched the man stroke himself. He was very thick, and a bit longer than Credence thought he could fit all at once, so he just tried to make it feel good first, and hold it on his tongue, flicking over the wet tip, and wrapping his lips around the round end. He put his hand next to Mister Graves’ on his length, and scooted it back and forth, trying to see what the man liked, what felt good for him. He blinked, and found that the man’s other hand was petting his hair, tugging gently to make him take it deeper, to swallow more, and he breathed through his nose, and did just that. His lips were stretched wide around the man’s cock, eyes already stinging with tears, and he blinked, trying to get rid of them so he could focus properly on doing his duty, on making the man happy. The organ pulsed on his tongue, and he could see Mister Graves leaning back into the couch, breathing hard, saying mindless things like how pretty he was, or how sweet, he couldn’t possibly mean that he, ‘useless freak ’ Credence, was anything of the sort? He hummed, and wished he could speak beyond the meow’s and whimpers that he’d only ever made in the facility, but no words came, only the man’s cock thrust further back, bumping against his throat and making him cough. “Oh, sorry baby. It feels amazing, hard to hold back.” Credence opened wider, and now it burned, his jaw ached, and his saliva was everywhere, dripping to the floor, wetting his thighs, and making disgusting sounds with every push of the man’s cock into his mouth, in and out and over again. Until it stopped abruptly, and the man pulled back, fisting his cock in his hand, and groaning out a sigh as he finished, Credence squeezed his eyes shut at once, feeling wet warmth landing on his cheeks and over his mouth. He licked at his lips, more out of curiosity than desire, and found it tasted rather bitter, and salty, but not horrible like the gruel that Mary Lou had always fed him. It was why he’d always stayed so small, too skinny to do anything but eat and sleep. “I apologize. I didn’t want you choking on it. Now you’re a bit of a mess.” A hand rubbed over his face, wiping as much of the man’s spend from his skin as he could in one go, and then Credence’s eyes snapped open and he surged forward, licking at the man’s palm, and sucking his fingers, cleaning him off as best he could, till he was just licking over clean skin, as the man watched. “Well aren’t you just a good kitty? Cleaning up after yourself and everything?” Credence beamed at the praise before he could stop himself, and then hunched down, and turned away, exposing his lower back and ass to be swatted as his punishment. Nothing happened for a few moments, and he looked back to find Mister Graves just staring at him, eyeing his backside for a long moment, before lifting his gaze to meet his own. “So you’ve never…?” Credence tilted his head, showing his confusion, and Mister Graves just reached down to grab him at the back of the neck, making every limb relax, as he was pulled up into the man’s lap. He wanted to snuggle into his chest, but the man looked concerned, so he remained as still and straight backed as he could. “No one’s taken you home before? You lived in that shop all your life?” Credence nodded, feeling one of the man’s hands petting down his back, and he wanted to make a noise, to let the man know he liked it. So he hummed. It came out sounding like a low purr. “But you’re very good at this.” Mister Graves snagged one of his hands to put it over his own crotch, and Credence jumped at the touch, hypersensitive to everything, as he’d gotten hard from working on the man’s own cock. The man nudged close, and pressed his mouth wetly to the side of Credence’s neck, nipping at the skin below his ear, and he shivered, feeling as if there was a sliver of warmth sliding down his spine. “So sensitive.” A hand grazed over his cock, and he mewled, trying to press closer, but not wanting to be impertinent. Mister Graves kissed down the side of his neck and bit at the junction of his collarbone and shoulder, before soothing it with his tongue, and Credence cried out, accidentally thrusting harder, rubbing right into the man’s palm, before his cock twitched and spurted out some white liquid. Barely an orgasm but it felt amazing, he didn’t want the man to stop. “Oh, oh my. You like that? You like me marking you as my own?” Credence nodded as quickly as he could, as the man smiled into his skin, “Sweet thing… I’ll gladly cover you in bruises if it’s what you want.” Oh. He didn’t know about that. He pulled back to look at the man, and then nudged closer, just barely pressing his lips to the corner of the man’s mouth, hardly a peck, much less a kiss, and then shrunk back, afraid he’d messed up, tried to be too intimate. Too informal. The man’s arm slid around his waist, keeping him close, and Mister Graves kissed him right back, harder, more purposeful, and his tongue licked along the seam of Credence’s lips, requesting entrance, which he of course granted, letting his mouth open to allow the man to dip inside, and he dimly wonder if anything from before could be tasted. He’d taken the man’s cock as deep as he could, after all. “Would you let me touch you here?” The hand over his lower back slid between the soft swells of his ass, and a fingertip rubbed over his tight hole, and he jumped a little. “Hmmm, bit anxious are you sweet? I don’t want to hurt you. But it’ll pinch if you don’t relax.” Mister Graves moved his lips, but didn’t speak, and suddenly his finger was cool and slippery, nudging inside Credence’s hole, and making him squirm on the man’s lap, trying to adjust to the feeling. It was strange, and almost tickled. His cock wanted to be hard again, and as he shifted over the man, he could feel a lump under his body. Mister Graves was hard…   *   The urge to just spell himself slick and let the boy sit down on his cock was very tempting, but he’d barely explored the boy’s whole body yet, he couldn’t simply take . Percival continued to work up to a knuckle the finger into the boy’s hole, and used his other hand to pet over the boy’s soft dark ears, sticking out from his darker hair on his head. The boy shuddered and nuzzled into the touch, enjoying being petted, he supposed, and he rubbed his thumb on the silky inside, raking his gaze over the boy’s front, eyeing the blush that darkened his cheeks and then spread down his chest, before finding the small cock between the boy’s legs was hard and dripping onto his pants, making his own length twitch. The sheer amount of times the boy could come, without ever needing to rest was beginning to make him want to experiment, to try and push the boy to his limits. How long would he go before he started crying or liquid stopped coming out during a climax? He needed to know, eventually. The boy’s tail had been languid until now, and was flicking back and forth, as if demanding attention, so Percival grabbed it, and gave it a proper stroke, dragging his fingers tight to the very tip. Credence ground himself back against the finger inside him, and his cock jumped, spilling a few ropes of white onto Percival’s pants. His jaw dropped and his bottom lip quivered, as a desperate mewl escaped him. Perhaps an apology. “It’s all right. No harm done.” He snapped his fingers and cleaned himself, while vanishing his pants away as well, trying to even things up a little. Credence’s gaze fell onto his cock, thick and heavy, curving against his stomach, and the boy reached for it after a moment, small hand dwarfed by the sheer size. God, there was no way he could fit into the boy’s ass without a ridiculous amount of preparation. So what if he made it fit? Could he? He gently withdrew his hand, and placed both of them on the boy’s slender hips, tugging him forward, to sprawl over his chest, and dark eyes widened, before he murmured a second lubrication charm, ensuring his cock was thoroughly coated, and he pushed the boy back down, feeling the blunt head pressing into the boy’s hole, slow going, judging on how nervous he looked. “It’s all right. Just breathe, and try to relax for Daddy okay?” The boy’s eyes darkened, and then he blinked, nodding, chest heaving as he breathed exaggeratingly deep, and Percival thrust upwards as he pushed the boy down, a slight bit more give to the movement now, and the second the whole head of his cock was inside, he needed more at once. The yelp of shock from the boy didn’t even faze him, half mindless from the hot and tight blissful grip of the boy’s ass on his cock, aching to be able to come and mark him as properly his , his own sweet, little pet. His hips snapped upwards, and the boy cried out again, trying to muffle his sounds and hide his tears, cheeks damp against Percival’s chest, hands scrabbling for a hold on his shirt, wrinkling beyond what any spell could fix, and he tried to be soothing, shushing the boy and reaching between them with a hand to tug on the boy’s cock, distracting him as best he could, while he felt his orgasm rushing at him, sparks curling at the base of his spine, he turned his head to press a kiss to the boy’s temples, missing and accidentally brushing his lips over one of the boy’s ears, getting a strangled mewl in reply, as his eyes fell shut. His cock pulsed out a handful of times, and he fucked up into the boy through each one, the slickness mingling with his come, and slowly seeping out around his softening length. When he lifted the boy off of himself, nothing came out as he realized the boy was concentrating hard, clearly trying to keep it inside, to not make a mess. “Don’t worry about it. That’s uh, normal.” The boy blinked up at him, and shook his head, lips pressed together in a line, clearly concerned. “Whatever happens, I can just clean it with magic.” The boy was trembling, hiccuping on his sobs, and he seemed to want to crawl away, trying to curl up and hide from Percival. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” A tail twitch, and the boy was suddenly lying over his lap, wiggling his behind pointedly, and then he looked up at Percival, as if questioning. He put his hand down flat on the boy’s pert little ass, and he jumped, sort of rubbing himself into Percival’s bare thigh, allowing a tiny dribble of come to escape his hole. “You want me to spank you?” The boy nodded, then buried his face into his hands, only the twitching of his tail indicating he was very much aware of it all. Another smack, and the boy mewed softly, but ground down again, relaxing a touch more. Percival soothed the sting of each slap with a caress to the opposite cheek, until the boy’s ass was a glowing pink, and heat was emanating from his skin. He thought he could feel wetness against his thigh, but when he reached under the boy’s waist, his cock wasn’t hard, though he flinched away from Percival’s hand. “Am I doing it wrong?” The boy shook his head again, and just leaned up, stretching and rubbing himself against his thigh more properly, until he grew a bit impatient, and reached up to grasp the back of the boy’s neck, yanking him up to lock eyes with him. Percival barely had a second to try and ask again what was going on, when he saw the boy tearfully go limp, and his cock started leaking down his thighs. It was a slow stream of liquid, and a soft mewl escaped his lips, before Percival could react, whether dropping him, which he wouldn’t, or relaxing his hold, but it was too late now. No wonder the boy had been so squirmy, and seemed a bit in pain before. He’d been needing to go for so long but unable to speak to it. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t realize…” The boy was trying to lift his hands to hide his face, but still gripped as he was, he couldn’t really resist or move, unless he was moved. He was dripping now, his bladder seemingly finally spent, and Percival murmured a charm to clean him at once, before pulling him back into his arms, and cradling him close. “You need to get some rest, and I’ll cook us some food hmmm?” He carefully dropped the boy off onto his bed, and tucked a blanket around him, watching as he snuggled into it, and his tail curled over his legs, and his eyes finally closed. Percival walked away as quietly as he could, and smiled a bit as the boy shifted to get more comfortable, turning over to expose his bare back. Once he had prepared a simple meal, it only took him the better part of two hours, he set the table and poured himself a glass of whiskey, and wondered if he should go wake the boy, or wait for him to come investigate the delicious smells in the kitchen. To his surprise, and mild delight, he looked over from taking the first sip to find the boy peeking out from behind the hallway, and blinking owlishly up at him. “Hey. Did you get some good rest?” The boy’s ears twitched before he nodded and stepped a bit closer, Percival noticed his hands were clasped in front of him, protecting his modesty, as best he could, while his tail, with a mind of its own, was twining around one of his legs. As soon as the boy was right next to him, he reached out, baring himself and asking to be held. Impertinent of him, but adorable just the same. Percival scooped him up and held him close, kissing his cheek, “I hope you like chicken and mashed potatoes. Some green beans too.” The boy nodded, eyes wide as he took in the spread on the table. The second Percival let go of the boy to plate him some of everything, taking a seat at the head of the table, the boy dropped to his knees, and was mouthing over his groin, as if he wanted to take his cock down his throat in lieu of food. “Sweetheart, no, you can do that later, this is important. I need you to be healthy. Here, sit on a chair.” But the boy seemed averse to it, and instead, stood up enough to clamber into his lap, leaning against his shoulder and gazing up at him, lips parted, pink tongue poking out. So he would like to be fed. Percival inhaled slowly and then forked up some potatoes, and carefully put the fork into the boy’s mouth. He closed his lips and hummed, before pulling back so Percival would see he’d finished. The meal progressed with them alternating bites, and eventually, the boy was just purring against him, nuzzling his face into Percival’s neck, and he chuckled. “Are you done eating?” The boy nodded. “What should I call you? Besides the sweetest little thing I’ve ever owned?” The boy shrugged, and then put his mouth on the gap of Percival’s shirt and his chest, licking and kissing, before plucking at the buttons, not seemingly willing to try and undress him without permission, just content to wriggle in his lap. “You want to try writing it? Can you read and write baby?” The boy shook his head, and Percival sighed. “Well, no time like the present to learn.” Another low hum, or purr, and the boy was trying to cling to him when he got up, and walked over to the couch, before palming over Percival’s groin. “You really want it that bad?” The boy nodded, and opened his mouth to stick out his tongue. His cock was hard within a few seconds, even as he sighed, and tried to act like he didn’t want to, so he shifted the boy down to rest his head on his thigh, as he opened his pants, and pulled out his length, the boy instantly swallowed him down halfway, making him jump slightly.   *   Mister Graves was reading to him from a book of stories that Credence had never heard before, but he could barely focus, as he was trying to suck on the man’s cock without making him come, as he had said it would distract him and the story would have to end, with a spanking for him. He rather thought he wanted the spanking, but a hand was soothingly rubbing over his bare back, down the ridges of his spine, before pausing between his cheeks, one finger circling over his sore hole. He’d been very scared when Mister Graves had pulled him into his lap to use his hole, but he’d been very happy about how Credence felt and reacted, so he supposed the man wasn’t too angry with him. He tried to stay still, but he couldn’t help writhing a little as the man’s finger slowly inched inside his hole, aided by a sudden cool slickness, he wondered if the man realized what he was doing, so he sucked a bit harder, and the finger curved, pushing against a spot that made his vision blur. He mewled against the man’s cock, and tried to pull back, but now there was a second finger inside him, pressing firmly, making his own cock swell and thicken beneath him, trapped between his stomach and the couch. Mister Graves’s voice was very soft, and almost like a growl of his own, so Credence shivered, and tried to ignore the fact he was painfully hard. He couldn’t do it for very long, and in fact, forgot to suck or lick or do anything to the man’s cock except breathe around it, and rut into the couch, feeling his cock spurting out hot warmth against his skin as his eyes squeezed shut. “Good boy. Now suck.” Credence pressed his lips together, and swallowed as Mister Graves gently rolled his hips, and fucked himself into his throat. The hand that had been torturing him with fingers in his ass retreated, and then was grasping at the back of his neck, forcing him to go limp, and he could only accept the cock being shoved in and out of his mouth. There was no pain, but he couldn’t help crying, being out of control of his own body, it was like being under a spell, unable to do anything but obey what the man wanted him to do. It was only a few seconds but it felt like hours, with his pounding heartbeat roaring in his ears, finally, there was hot bitter jets of come spilling onto his tongue and he was coughing, spluttering out a breath, while Mister Graves’ other hand stroked himself to ensure Credence milked him properly. He still made a mess, and when the grip on his neck finally loosened, he was trembling, falling down to brace himself on his hands, as a hand petted his hair, and caressed his cheek. “Do you want to start a lesson now? Learn your alphabet?” Credence could only nod, as he slowly came back to himself, he tucked his knees up to his chest and leaned against the man’s side, watching as he sketched out some letters, and pointed to each one to demonstrate how to repeat them.   *   Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!