He was lost, he was alone and he was confused. He was told that there was powers inside of him, he was told that he was strong, too strong to be controlled. And he knew that was true. When his feelings started spiraling out of control he could feel how overwhelming these powers were and... he was scared.
He had no idea how to control this, this thing inside of him, no one to go to, until recently.
Percival Graves, a man who knew what he wanted. A man with an aim that was set and steady and who was, for now, the only thing that could make Credence feel safe.
He gave him a feeling that was close to home. He felt understood, taken care of and he knew that Graves would do whatever it takes to make Credence feel alright.
Just remembering how his voice rang close to his ear, breath ghosting over his neck, made Credence shiver.
It was dark out and Credence wandered the snow covered streets in hope to find.... something. Something to hold on to. He was cold, his numb fingertips slowly turning blue as his breath formed clouds in the stinging air.
He passed an alleyway that, confusing enough, reminded him of Graves. He healed his wounds and gave him a necklace. Credence started to remember what he was told.
Different. That was the word Percival used. He said Credence was different and that he only trusted few people to wear this necklace.
He told him to touch the symbol if he had found the child Graves was looking for and that he would come to him. Credence truly wasn't able to find it, but he needed him and if this was the only way he could reach Graves, he had to try.
With shaking hands Credence pulled out the necklace from beneath his clothes, watching the symbol on it for a second, before freezing fingers grasped it tightly.
His heart was beating in his throat and he held his eyes shut, too scared to open them only to see nothing there. But soon enough..
"Credence, you called me?" The voice Credence missed so dearly rang in his ears again and he opened his eyes.
Graves stood only steps away, an impression on his face that Credence could not read.
"Did you find it?" Graves asked, stepping closer.
There was snow carefully landing on his hair and suit and Credence finally started to react.
"I couldn't...I was.... alone." Credence whimpered, arms slung around himself as he watched his shoes in fear. At home this would mean a beating for him. "I'm sorry."
Graves huffed gently, moving even closer as he reached for Credence, his hands now resting on the boy's sides.
"Don't be sorry. Did you feel alone? Is that why you called me?" Graves' soft voice was like silk in Credence ears as he nodded, looking up for only a split second to meet Percival's eyes.
"I'm here now, everything will be alright." He smiled gently, pulling Credence into a hug. A hug the boy was craving for.
Tears started to form in his eyes as his hands grasped Graves' suit tighter, shaking in his arms.
"Thank.... thank you." Credence whispered as suddenly he heard the sound of an apparition spell and looked up. He didn't recognize his surroundings, even though Percival seemed to, slowly letting go of the boy to move around.
"This is my place if you were wondering. I could not have forgiven myself if I would've left you standing there in the cold." Percival took a blanket from an armchair that was located next to a lit fireplace.
It truly looked cozy, warm and welcoming and Credence certainly felt safe in this place. Percival placed the blanket on Credence's shoulders, wrapping him in it as he smiled softly. With Graves here it almost made him forget he had a "home" to go to, but as soon as he remembered, he reached for Graves' arm, grasping it tightly.
Percival was caught off guard, turning around with confusion and worry written over his face. "Credence, what are you-?"
"Please, please don't leave me! I.... I need you."
He couldn't go back to this place. His "home", which held nothing for him. Only hatred, screaming and mindless beatings. He hated it there, being forced into the shape his "mother" wanted to see him in.
Graves saw this boy, this lost and hurt boy shaking and shivering as he clung to his arm like his life depended on it. Tears in his eyes as the material of Graves dress shirt was almost on the verge of ripping.
Carefully Percival pulled Credence closer, enveloping him into a hug. Credence hands were on his chest, helplessly clinging to his shirt which was starting to collect the boy's tears.
"Do you need me like this? Is that what you need?" Graves asked, his hands resting in Credence neck as he made the boy look up at him.
Credence nodded wordlessly, his eyes still filled with tears and the white in them was strained with red veins.
"I can give it to you." Graves said sotfly, his hands resting on Credence's cheeks as they looked at each other for a second.
He wanted to give Credence everything he needed to feel alright, to feel safe. Whatever it takes, Graves will do everything in his power to protect this fragile, mistreated boy.
Carefully Graves moved in, his lips connecting with Credence's and as he felt the boy tense he started to back up.
"Is this alright?" He asked and to be true, Graves has never seen Credence nod so fast. The clinging got tighter as a small whimper left the boy's mouth.
Percival had to smile. Credence was so full of pain and trauma and he was so fragile that if you look at him the wrong way, he might break into pieces. And even though it hurts Graves to see him like this, he liked it how much Credence needed him, how much he wanted him and how desperate he wanted him not to leave, to stay by his side.
He moved again, connecting their lips a second time. Credence was cautious, but soon relaxed into it, his hands getting more loose on Graves shirt, which was now partly crumpled.
The kiss deepened and blood started to rush as Percival heard Credence whimper, almost moan into it. He broke the kiss, reaching for air as Credence looked up at him, eyes glassy and lips as red as roses.
"Come on, let's get you comfortable." Graves breathed, leading Credence to the sofa across from the fireplace.
Credence sat down, but still held onto Graves, looking at him with needy eyes.
"Don't... I want.. you to..." Credence words faded out, as his gaze started to shift, suddenly avoiding Graves' eyes.
Graves sat down next to Credence, directed toward him and his fingers tracing the boy's hair carefully.
"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to do this?" His voice quieted down to a bare whisper as his fingers trailed down Credence neck, making the boy shudder a nod with closed eyes.
Gently Graves moved closer, his lips now taking the place where his fingers were and in the process, loosening the blanket around Credence shoulder, letting it slip down his back.
"Ngh- ah!" Credence shoulder was now exposed and Percival took the opportunity to kiss along his collarbone and back up his neck, until he reached the boy's lips again.
"You like that? When I do this?" He asked, his voice now lower and Credence would lie if he said he wouldn't take pleasure in this. His hands have been clinging to Graves' shirt again, but soon enough Percival removed the boy's hands, taking it upon himself to get rid off his crumpled dress shirt.
Cerdence had to gasp at the sight. Graves was beautiful, making him blush. Small littered scars here and there that made him feel better about the ones he had.
"Y-yes, ah." Whimpering Credence watched as Percival took off the boy's shirt, warm hands roaming the newly exposed parts of his body and making him squirm.
The boy was beatiful, even though scars lingered on his body, Graves knew they would fade over time. Just like the pain will, if only he could keep Credence forever, proctect him with everything he could.
"I'm here for you, Credence. Just for you. I will make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again." He spoke, words soft even with how fast his breath was now going.
"Would you like that?"
Credence nodded, moans slipping from his lips as it felt like his hips moved on their own against the man now above him.
They were grinding against each other, hands roaming with thought and Graves could not believe it, that right now, this boy was his. His to hold, his to take care of, to cherish.
"Ah, please." Credence moaned, his breath fast and uncontrolled, just like his hands which were helplessly grasping Graves'arms.
"Soon, darling, soon." Percival assured him, feeling the boy's movement grow more erratic.
He wasn't sure if this was right. Feeling things like these toward such a fragile boy, who was uncertain of his way. So torn and broken, but with a need to be fixed. Graves wanted to fix him, help him find his place and now here he was, holding the boy close. His boy.
"I-ah! Please don't stop." Credence was panting, he was a mess, but it felt so good. He felt so safe.
"I won't darling. Ease into me."
The boy whimpered, his hands pulling Graves closer by the neck and as their lips conected, Credence came, shuddering and moaning into the kiss, before his body went limp.
It was a beautiful sight and Graves was sure this would not be the last time he would be able to enjoy it.
"You'll always be safe with me, Credence."