Clear As Hatred
Pairing: Theodore/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 754
Notes: Originally written for kiwi666 ... about a year ago. Yeah. I've been that lazy in my writing. *headdesk* Posted here because... err... it's my writing journal? And I haven't updated it in about a year? Yeah, that sounds good. Oh yes, and I still ♥ you, D.
Draco hit the wall with much less force than Theodore had intended. “I don’t ever want to see you fucking touch him again,” Theo hissed, and hated that his hands were shaking as he kept Draco pinned.
Automatically Draco sneered, letting his mouth fall into that familiar expression it knew best. Some days he wondered if he still remembered how to smile properly. “Blaise was mine long before he met you, Nott,” he said icily, “and I loved him more than you could ever possibly dream of.”
Theodore wanted to hit him. Wanted to knock that sanctimonious look off his face, wanted to bruise that pale china doll skin, bloody up those pouting lips, blacken those cold grey eyes. He wanted to break perfect, pretentious Draco Malfoy right in half. “You fucking shut up,” he hissed, bringing his face mere inches from Malfoy’s until he could practically taste the condescension rolling off the blond. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Draco snapped and tried to shove past Theo, startled by the resistance he was met with. Theodore’s long, lean body held a wealth of unspoken power as he pressed into Draco.
“I said…” Theo breathed, “shut up.”
And for once in his life, Draco did just that. This had mostly to do with the fact that the other Slytherin’s arm was pressed firmly into his rib cage, nearly cutting off his air supply.
A wild thrill of excitement seemed to ripple through Theodore’s body. He was utterly in control now, and it excited him, for reasons he couldn’t even explain to himself. “Get on your knees, Malfoy,” he said suddenly, a manic grin finding his face.
Sharp defiance flickered in those chilled grey eyes. “What?”
“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.” Theodore gave Draco a none-too-gentle shove and the blond was on his knees with no real choice in the matter. He glared up at Theo but didn’t say a word, either too shocked or too angry to defy him. Theo glared right back. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do?” he smirked cruelly.
Draco knew. Perhaps a little too well, but he certainly knew. He also knew he didn’t have to do this - Theodore wasn’t holding him at wandpoint, and Draco’s own was just inside his jacket. Yet his gaze didn’t even waver as he freed the fastening on Theo’s trousers, running a fingertip over the black fabric of Theo’s boxers and the rapidly-hardening erection underneath. A low guttural moan vibrated the brunette’s chest.
“Do it. Fucking do it, Malfoy,” he demanded, leaving a handprint-shaped bruise in Draco’s flesh as he clenched the blond’s shoulder.
Black silk slid smoothly down Theodore’s thighs at the prompting of Draco’s skilled hands. He curled pale fingers around throbbing flesh before leaning forward and delicately wrapping his tongue around the head of Theo’s cock.
The touch was electric; Theodore’s whole body shuddered with it. He dug his fingernails into his palm and swallowed thickly - in the same instant Draco swallowed him, all the way to the base of his cock, enveloping him in liquid velvet heat. Standing suddenly became a task for Theo and he leaned hard on the boy beneath him as Draco went to work.
Draco moved his head fervently, his tongue making smooth passes along Theo’s shaft as the brunette gave a tiny, helpless thrust into his mouth. Theo was going to come, he was going to come quick and his mind absolutely refused to wrap around the thought that this was better than anything he’d ever been given and - Draco gave one long, hard suck and Theo was gone. One hand was knotted in platinum hair, giving him leverage as he shoved into the blond’s mouth as far as he could go. He felt Draco’s throat working, struggling to swallow him, and finally he released the other boy, letting him relax down to the floor as Theo himself leaned against the cool brick wall.
Slowly Draco stood, purposely rubbing against Theodore as he straightened to his full height. He waited for dark eyes to flicker open, Theo’s gaze coming to focus on the pale, pointed features mere inches away from him. He waited for Theodore to take a slow, shaking breath. Then Draco kissed him deeply, allowing Theo to taste himself on Draco’s mouth.
Then the blond pulled back, taking a firm hold on Theodore’s jaw. “Just remember,” he murmured, a glint of fury dancing in his gaze, “payback is a bitch.”
Rating: NC-17
Words: 754
Notes: Originally written for kiwi666 ... about a year ago. Yeah. I've been that lazy in my writing. *headdesk* Posted here because... err... it's my writing journal? And I haven't updated it in about a year? Yeah, that sounds good. Oh yes, and I still ♥ you, D.
Draco hit the wall with much less force than Theodore had intended. “I don’t ever want to see you fucking touch him again,” Theo hissed, and hated that his hands were shaking as he kept Draco pinned.
Automatically Draco sneered, letting his mouth fall into that familiar expression it knew best. Some days he wondered if he still remembered how to smile properly. “Blaise was mine long before he met you, Nott,” he said icily, “and I loved him more than you could ever possibly dream of.”
Theodore wanted to hit him. Wanted to knock that sanctimonious look off his face, wanted to bruise that pale china doll skin, bloody up those pouting lips, blacken those cold grey eyes. He wanted to break perfect, pretentious Draco Malfoy right in half. “You fucking shut up,” he hissed, bringing his face mere inches from Malfoy’s until he could practically taste the condescension rolling off the blond. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Draco snapped and tried to shove past Theo, startled by the resistance he was met with. Theodore’s long, lean body held a wealth of unspoken power as he pressed into Draco.
“I said…” Theo breathed, “shut up.”
And for once in his life, Draco did just that. This had mostly to do with the fact that the other Slytherin’s arm was pressed firmly into his rib cage, nearly cutting off his air supply.
A wild thrill of excitement seemed to ripple through Theodore’s body. He was utterly in control now, and it excited him, for reasons he couldn’t even explain to himself. “Get on your knees, Malfoy,” he said suddenly, a manic grin finding his face.
Sharp defiance flickered in those chilled grey eyes. “What?”
“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.” Theodore gave Draco a none-too-gentle shove and the blond was on his knees with no real choice in the matter. He glared up at Theo but didn’t say a word, either too shocked or too angry to defy him. Theo glared right back. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do?” he smirked cruelly.
Draco knew. Perhaps a little too well, but he certainly knew. He also knew he didn’t have to do this - Theodore wasn’t holding him at wandpoint, and Draco’s own was just inside his jacket. Yet his gaze didn’t even waver as he freed the fastening on Theo’s trousers, running a fingertip over the black fabric of Theo’s boxers and the rapidly-hardening erection underneath. A low guttural moan vibrated the brunette’s chest.
“Do it. Fucking do it, Malfoy,” he demanded, leaving a handprint-shaped bruise in Draco’s flesh as he clenched the blond’s shoulder.
Black silk slid smoothly down Theodore’s thighs at the prompting of Draco’s skilled hands. He curled pale fingers around throbbing flesh before leaning forward and delicately wrapping his tongue around the head of Theo’s cock.
The touch was electric; Theodore’s whole body shuddered with it. He dug his fingernails into his palm and swallowed thickly - in the same instant Draco swallowed him, all the way to the base of his cock, enveloping him in liquid velvet heat. Standing suddenly became a task for Theo and he leaned hard on the boy beneath him as Draco went to work.
Draco moved his head fervently, his tongue making smooth passes along Theo’s shaft as the brunette gave a tiny, helpless thrust into his mouth. Theo was going to come, he was going to come quick and his mind absolutely refused to wrap around the thought that this was better than anything he’d ever been given and - Draco gave one long, hard suck and Theo was gone. One hand was knotted in platinum hair, giving him leverage as he shoved into the blond’s mouth as far as he could go. He felt Draco’s throat working, struggling to swallow him, and finally he released the other boy, letting him relax down to the floor as Theo himself leaned against the cool brick wall.
Slowly Draco stood, purposely rubbing against Theodore as he straightened to his full height. He waited for dark eyes to flicker open, Theo’s gaze coming to focus on the pale, pointed features mere inches away from him. He waited for Theodore to take a slow, shaking breath. Then Draco kissed him deeply, allowing Theo to taste himself on Draco’s mouth.
Then the blond pulled back, taking a firm hold on Theodore’s jaw. “Just remember,” he murmured, a glint of fury dancing in his gaze, “payback is a bitch.”