Trick
Title: Trick
Author: idontgiveafaux
[Re]Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Word Count: 2350
Summary: Some people don’t want to be found. Others make it their mission to find them.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual abuse & domination
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for lackofmendacity x
Draco Malfoy could not believe his eyes. It had been seven gruelling years since the war had took place and after his father had been imprisoned and his mother sectioned, he had taken off one night, getting a head start on the Ministry conjuring up some sort of crime he’d supposedly have committed just so they could end the Malfoy name once and for all. He’d left with no valuables and hardly any money to his name to the outskirts of Muggle London where he’d built up his own empire. Of course, it was nothing like Malfoy Manor - the empire he was living in now was actually a cheap bedsit with a shared bathroom that was always occupied by one of the three junkies in the building, but it was his own and Draco was content with it. It gave him a roof and kept him from sleeping on the streets at least. Regular jobs had been hard to come by and Draco was confused with qualifications and the other puzzling questions the interviewers asked him, so he had taken matters into his own hands and made money the best way he knew how.
And now, standing in the hotel foyer where he was meant to be meeting his next client was none other than Harry fucking Potter. He hadn’t changed that much. ‘Still speccy and scrawny,’ Draco thought to himself spitefully and then felt his cheeks flush and a hot wave of dread washed over him when Potter locked eyes with his and then started to make his way over. ‘Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me!’
“Malfoy?”
“Potter,” Draco replied coolly, folding his arms protectively. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything,” Potter snapped irritably and Draco couldn’t help but grin at the fact that it had only been two seconds and already he was getting under his skin. “I thought I was entitled to check it was you. After all, you have been declared officially missing for the past two years.”
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. The Ministry does.”
The grin was wiped from Draco’s face and replaced with a scowl. He hadn’t been involved in any magic whatsoever since the day he left the Manor and so was completely out of date with any news surrounding magic, although he knew the Ministry and how it worked well enough to know that Potter was probably telling the truth.
“And I suppose you’re working for them? Goody-goody Gryffindor always there to save the day and put things right and honourable,” he replied bitterly.
Potter looked at him as though he had been struck by a severe case of stupidity. “I’m a lawyer.”
Draco didn’t bother to think up a smart reply. He clearly hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Dawson?”
Fuck. Nor that one.
He turned around to face his client, wearing a huge smile to greet him. It was strictly business for him from now on and after taking his client in quickly, noting down his clothes, jewellery and the apparent work he’d had done on his face, he knew that if he played his cards right this evening, he could be walking away with double.
“Ray,” Draco greeted warmly, taking Ray’s outstretched hand and pulling it into a clasping handshake with both of his own. “So nice to meet you!” Draco had almost forgot about Potter, he had thrown himself that deep into his work, but when he heard him cough sarcastically to remind him he was still standing there, Draco purposely ignored him and started working his magic on Ray, laughing and nodding in all the right places as Ray led them to his limo.
Draco felt like he was walking on air. He’d been paid no less than six times the normal rate and Ray was very interested in meeting him again. He was so happy he got off the tube early and made his way back to the hotel he had met Ray in earlier that day. A night in a comfortable, warm bed with his own bathroom and no need to walk around in shoes lest he trod on a used needle and contracted a disease sounded heavenly.
He checked in, proudly tucking the big wad of cash back in his breast pocket after handing the receptionist three notes and then made his way to the lift to go to the second floor. But as he passed by the few chairs scattered around the receptionist, he actually did a double take when he saw someone sitting in one of them and sporting a mop of messy, dark hair. Surely that couldn’t be…
“Potter?”
Potter looked up from his newspaper and threw Draco a grin. “Hello Dawson.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s just -”
“Your alias, I get it,” Potter interjected. “Every rent boy needs one.”
“I - you - WHAT!?” Draco exploded. “I’m not a rent boy!”
“Please don’t tell me you’re actually going to try and come up with an excuse for that little display back there?” Harry asked, mild amusement lacing his voice, and he set the newspaper down on the coffee table and actually leaned back in his seat as if getting comfortable for the upcoming entertainment. “Come on then, let’s hear you wriggle your way out of this one!”
“I’m an escort,” Draco snapped. “Not a rent boy.”
“Same thing.”
“No it’s not. I don’t sleep with anyone for money.” Potter rolled his eyes and Draco suddenly grew angry. “What the fuck am I explaining anything to you for!? Potter, what do you want?”
Potter stood up and walked over to Draco so they were mere inches apart and Draco swallowed, hating the way he felt his adams apple bulge against the skin of his throat, knowing it could be a tell-tale sign to Potter that he was getting nervous.
“Well at first I wanted a room,” Potter replied smoothly. “So I got one. And then I saw you being a whore with that fat OAP so I figured you could be a whore with me.”
For what seemed like the first time in his entire life, Draco was speechless which was just as well because Potter continued. “Don’t get me wrong, Draco, if this fell under any other circumstances I wouldn’t even consider touching you - even if you were the last man on earth! But fucking you with no disregard to your feelings or discomfort is something that appeals. And knowing that you don’t want that from me but pushing your true feelings aside because you so desperately need the money is even more appealing.”
“Well I don’t,” snapped Draco. “And even if I was a rent boy and I was flat out broke, I’d sooner rip your dick off than have it anywhere near me.”
Potter laughed. “We’ll see. Your room or mine?”
“Don’t you get it? I’m not a rent boy and I’m not sleeping with you for money!”
“Really?” Potter asked, eyes gleaming wildly. “Not even for a thousand pounds?”
Draco hesitated a nanosecond longer than he intended, resulting in Potter smirking triumphantly and he pulled out a bulging wallet. Draco licked his lips in spite of himself when he started counting out the notes.
“I’m not sleeping with you for money,” he repeated, the conviction from his earlier comment evaporated.
“Not for a thousand pounds?” asked Potter, not taking his eyes from the notes he was counting out.
“No.”
“Then how about two thousand?”
Draco felt sick to his stomach. The thought of having sex with Potter was nauseating, especially under these circumstances. He wasn’t a whore and he didn’t sleep with anyone for money but he’d be lying if he said he could afford to throw the opportunity away.
Potter looked up and grinned as though he could read Draco’s mind. “My room it is.”
Draco fought back tears as he removed his shirt and then climbed onto the bed and waited on all fours as instructed. He’d have backed out of it had Potter not cruelly left the stack of notes on the counter, just in his frame of eyesight to keep him in the room. He stiffened when he felt the bed dip and he looked over his shoulder and saw Potter grinning down at him, stroking his cock and getting it hard.
“I usually start off with the mouth,” Potter explained, “But I don’t know where yours has been.” Any response Draco might have had vanished as he felt the head of Potter’s cock nudging his hole and then without warning, he began to push it in. Draco cried out - he couldn’t help it, the burning pain was horrific and Potter hadn’t bothered to put any lube on his cock. Draco was by no means a virgin as a top or a bottom, but any other time he had been fucked, it had been done carefully and considerately. It seemed like Potter was doing everything in his power to make this as uncomfortable as possible. Draco let out another loud cry as he felt more stabbing pains as Potter slid the last few inches in and then, with only a seconds rest, he felt Potter’s hands clawing at his hips for leverage and he began to start thrusting.
It was like nothing that Draco had ever felt before. He hadn’t gotten a long look of Potter’s cock - he hadn’t wanted to - but the way that his arse felt like it was on fire told him that it was long and thick and positively destroying his sphincter. Potter fucked him with quick, hard stabs at first each one jolting Draco’s body forward and if he hadn’t had one hand resting on the headboard of the bed to steady himself, his head would have been constantly smacking against it. Each stab threatened to bring up a choked cry and he tried to block out the pain by thinking of something else. Birthday parties, compliments he’d received, numerous awards he’d been given and then Potter started rotating his hips, opening up Draco’s hole more and the memories flew out of his mind again as he could think of nothing but the pain. Potter seemed intent of tearing him up completely and by the time he was done, Draco reckoned he was going to be as loose as a smackhead prostitute in a gangbang.
“You dirty fucking slut,” Potter snarled as he continued to fuck him viciously and Draco buried his head into the white pillow that had looked so cool and inviting earlier, though now it smelt and tasted of depravity. “I don’t even want to fucking see you!” Potter continued, pulling the pillow from underneath Draco and placing it on top of him. It wasn’t until Draco felt Potter’s hand pushing the pillow down over his face and into the dirty white sheets that he released the floodgates and started to cry softly but he couldn’t even do that properly when Potter changed tactic and started to slow down his pace, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before slamming it back in again. Every time he began to feel tears leak from the corners of his eyes onto the sheets underneath the pillow, Potter slammed his cock all the way in causing his eyes to widen and a sharp intake of breath took. It stayed this way for a while until Draco had taken in all of the musty air and tried to wriggle his head in the hope of getting out from underneath the pillow, but Potter had other ideas, putting his whole weight onto the hand holding Draco captive under it which also gave him a new angle at which to brutalise his hole even more. The debasing noises coming from the fuck was even worse than the pain. The insults were one thing, but hearing Potter’s balls constantly slapping against his arse and even worse, Potter’s little grunts of ecstasy almost destroyed him. Only the promise of pocketing the money and fleeing this nightmare straight away afterwards was keeping him submitted. Then the fast-paced rabbit-like fucks made a reappearance and Draco dug his fingernails into the palm of his hands and caught a bit of the sheet between his teeth so he could bite down on it hard. Potter had given up on the thrusting now and had instead taken to using Draco like he was lifeless, pushing and then pulling him into his cock and each plunge was more painful than the last. Draco heard Potter gasp and then the pillow was pushed onto his head even more as Potter leaned his weight onto it and began to cry out in release. Draco cried out too, when he felt hot bursts squirting up inside of him and he realised he’d now have Potter inside of him for the rest of his life.
Draco remembered that day well. His last day of freedom. Turns out Potter was working for the Ministry all along, though his lies would have clearly made him a good lawyer too. He visited Draco in Azkaban sometimes, looking down the corridors to make sure nobody was watching and then grabbing his crotch and suggesting Draco said hello in his own special way. Even the promise of cigarettes and extra quills and parchment weren’t enough to convince him to do it, though the thought of having Potter’s cock in his mouth and then biting down viciously, feeling his mouth fill up with warm blood as Potter fainted from the painful shock kept him going through the cold, lonely nights. Sometimes Potter just came by to gloat. Asking him if he could sit down properly after that evening or telling him that having to fuck him was one of the most stomach-churning experiences in all of his life, but it did get him a promotion so thanks very much, you dirty filthy cunt.
Perhaps he would take Potter up on his offer next time he passed by. After all, it’d be the least he deserved.
Author: idontgiveafaux
[Re]Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Word Count: 2350
Summary: Some people don’t want to be found. Others make it their mission to find them.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual abuse & domination
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for lackofmendacity x
Draco Malfoy could not believe his eyes. It had been seven gruelling years since the war had took place and after his father had been imprisoned and his mother sectioned, he had taken off one night, getting a head start on the Ministry conjuring up some sort of crime he’d supposedly have committed just so they could end the Malfoy name once and for all. He’d left with no valuables and hardly any money to his name to the outskirts of Muggle London where he’d built up his own empire. Of course, it was nothing like Malfoy Manor - the empire he was living in now was actually a cheap bedsit with a shared bathroom that was always occupied by one of the three junkies in the building, but it was his own and Draco was content with it. It gave him a roof and kept him from sleeping on the streets at least. Regular jobs had been hard to come by and Draco was confused with qualifications and the other puzzling questions the interviewers asked him, so he had taken matters into his own hands and made money the best way he knew how.
And now, standing in the hotel foyer where he was meant to be meeting his next client was none other than Harry fucking Potter. He hadn’t changed that much. ‘Still speccy and scrawny,’ Draco thought to himself spitefully and then felt his cheeks flush and a hot wave of dread washed over him when Potter locked eyes with his and then started to make his way over. ‘Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me!’
“Malfoy?”
“Potter,” Draco replied coolly, folding his arms protectively. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything,” Potter snapped irritably and Draco couldn’t help but grin at the fact that it had only been two seconds and already he was getting under his skin. “I thought I was entitled to check it was you. After all, you have been declared officially missing for the past two years.”
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. The Ministry does.”
The grin was wiped from Draco’s face and replaced with a scowl. He hadn’t been involved in any magic whatsoever since the day he left the Manor and so was completely out of date with any news surrounding magic, although he knew the Ministry and how it worked well enough to know that Potter was probably telling the truth.
“And I suppose you’re working for them? Goody-goody Gryffindor always there to save the day and put things right and honourable,” he replied bitterly.
Potter looked at him as though he had been struck by a severe case of stupidity. “I’m a lawyer.”
Draco didn’t bother to think up a smart reply. He clearly hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Dawson?”
Fuck. Nor that one.
He turned around to face his client, wearing a huge smile to greet him. It was strictly business for him from now on and after taking his client in quickly, noting down his clothes, jewellery and the apparent work he’d had done on his face, he knew that if he played his cards right this evening, he could be walking away with double.
“Ray,” Draco greeted warmly, taking Ray’s outstretched hand and pulling it into a clasping handshake with both of his own. “So nice to meet you!” Draco had almost forgot about Potter, he had thrown himself that deep into his work, but when he heard him cough sarcastically to remind him he was still standing there, Draco purposely ignored him and started working his magic on Ray, laughing and nodding in all the right places as Ray led them to his limo.
Draco felt like he was walking on air. He’d been paid no less than six times the normal rate and Ray was very interested in meeting him again. He was so happy he got off the tube early and made his way back to the hotel he had met Ray in earlier that day. A night in a comfortable, warm bed with his own bathroom and no need to walk around in shoes lest he trod on a used needle and contracted a disease sounded heavenly.
He checked in, proudly tucking the big wad of cash back in his breast pocket after handing the receptionist three notes and then made his way to the lift to go to the second floor. But as he passed by the few chairs scattered around the receptionist, he actually did a double take when he saw someone sitting in one of them and sporting a mop of messy, dark hair. Surely that couldn’t be…
“Potter?”
Potter looked up from his newspaper and threw Draco a grin. “Hello Dawson.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s just -”
“Your alias, I get it,” Potter interjected. “Every rent boy needs one.”
“I - you - WHAT!?” Draco exploded. “I’m not a rent boy!”
“Please don’t tell me you’re actually going to try and come up with an excuse for that little display back there?” Harry asked, mild amusement lacing his voice, and he set the newspaper down on the coffee table and actually leaned back in his seat as if getting comfortable for the upcoming entertainment. “Come on then, let’s hear you wriggle your way out of this one!”
“I’m an escort,” Draco snapped. “Not a rent boy.”
“Same thing.”
“No it’s not. I don’t sleep with anyone for money.” Potter rolled his eyes and Draco suddenly grew angry. “What the fuck am I explaining anything to you for!? Potter, what do you want?”
Potter stood up and walked over to Draco so they were mere inches apart and Draco swallowed, hating the way he felt his adams apple bulge against the skin of his throat, knowing it could be a tell-tale sign to Potter that he was getting nervous.
“Well at first I wanted a room,” Potter replied smoothly. “So I got one. And then I saw you being a whore with that fat OAP so I figured you could be a whore with me.”
For what seemed like the first time in his entire life, Draco was speechless which was just as well because Potter continued. “Don’t get me wrong, Draco, if this fell under any other circumstances I wouldn’t even consider touching you - even if you were the last man on earth! But fucking you with no disregard to your feelings or discomfort is something that appeals. And knowing that you don’t want that from me but pushing your true feelings aside because you so desperately need the money is even more appealing.”
“Well I don’t,” snapped Draco. “And even if I was a rent boy and I was flat out broke, I’d sooner rip your dick off than have it anywhere near me.”
Potter laughed. “We’ll see. Your room or mine?”
“Don’t you get it? I’m not a rent boy and I’m not sleeping with you for money!”
“Really?” Potter asked, eyes gleaming wildly. “Not even for a thousand pounds?”
Draco hesitated a nanosecond longer than he intended, resulting in Potter smirking triumphantly and he pulled out a bulging wallet. Draco licked his lips in spite of himself when he started counting out the notes.
“I’m not sleeping with you for money,” he repeated, the conviction from his earlier comment evaporated.
“Not for a thousand pounds?” asked Potter, not taking his eyes from the notes he was counting out.
“No.”
“Then how about two thousand?”
Draco felt sick to his stomach. The thought of having sex with Potter was nauseating, especially under these circumstances. He wasn’t a whore and he didn’t sleep with anyone for money but he’d be lying if he said he could afford to throw the opportunity away.
Potter looked up and grinned as though he could read Draco’s mind. “My room it is.”
Draco fought back tears as he removed his shirt and then climbed onto the bed and waited on all fours as instructed. He’d have backed out of it had Potter not cruelly left the stack of notes on the counter, just in his frame of eyesight to keep him in the room. He stiffened when he felt the bed dip and he looked over his shoulder and saw Potter grinning down at him, stroking his cock and getting it hard.
“I usually start off with the mouth,” Potter explained, “But I don’t know where yours has been.” Any response Draco might have had vanished as he felt the head of Potter’s cock nudging his hole and then without warning, he began to push it in. Draco cried out - he couldn’t help it, the burning pain was horrific and Potter hadn’t bothered to put any lube on his cock. Draco was by no means a virgin as a top or a bottom, but any other time he had been fucked, it had been done carefully and considerately. It seemed like Potter was doing everything in his power to make this as uncomfortable as possible. Draco let out another loud cry as he felt more stabbing pains as Potter slid the last few inches in and then, with only a seconds rest, he felt Potter’s hands clawing at his hips for leverage and he began to start thrusting.
It was like nothing that Draco had ever felt before. He hadn’t gotten a long look of Potter’s cock - he hadn’t wanted to - but the way that his arse felt like it was on fire told him that it was long and thick and positively destroying his sphincter. Potter fucked him with quick, hard stabs at first each one jolting Draco’s body forward and if he hadn’t had one hand resting on the headboard of the bed to steady himself, his head would have been constantly smacking against it. Each stab threatened to bring up a choked cry and he tried to block out the pain by thinking of something else. Birthday parties, compliments he’d received, numerous awards he’d been given and then Potter started rotating his hips, opening up Draco’s hole more and the memories flew out of his mind again as he could think of nothing but the pain. Potter seemed intent of tearing him up completely and by the time he was done, Draco reckoned he was going to be as loose as a smackhead prostitute in a gangbang.
“You dirty fucking slut,” Potter snarled as he continued to fuck him viciously and Draco buried his head into the white pillow that had looked so cool and inviting earlier, though now it smelt and tasted of depravity. “I don’t even want to fucking see you!” Potter continued, pulling the pillow from underneath Draco and placing it on top of him. It wasn’t until Draco felt Potter’s hand pushing the pillow down over his face and into the dirty white sheets that he released the floodgates and started to cry softly but he couldn’t even do that properly when Potter changed tactic and started to slow down his pace, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before slamming it back in again. Every time he began to feel tears leak from the corners of his eyes onto the sheets underneath the pillow, Potter slammed his cock all the way in causing his eyes to widen and a sharp intake of breath took. It stayed this way for a while until Draco had taken in all of the musty air and tried to wriggle his head in the hope of getting out from underneath the pillow, but Potter had other ideas, putting his whole weight onto the hand holding Draco captive under it which also gave him a new angle at which to brutalise his hole even more. The debasing noises coming from the fuck was even worse than the pain. The insults were one thing, but hearing Potter’s balls constantly slapping against his arse and even worse, Potter’s little grunts of ecstasy almost destroyed him. Only the promise of pocketing the money and fleeing this nightmare straight away afterwards was keeping him submitted. Then the fast-paced rabbit-like fucks made a reappearance and Draco dug his fingernails into the palm of his hands and caught a bit of the sheet between his teeth so he could bite down on it hard. Potter had given up on the thrusting now and had instead taken to using Draco like he was lifeless, pushing and then pulling him into his cock and each plunge was more painful than the last. Draco heard Potter gasp and then the pillow was pushed onto his head even more as Potter leaned his weight onto it and began to cry out in release. Draco cried out too, when he felt hot bursts squirting up inside of him and he realised he’d now have Potter inside of him for the rest of his life.
Draco remembered that day well. His last day of freedom. Turns out Potter was working for the Ministry all along, though his lies would have clearly made him a good lawyer too. He visited Draco in Azkaban sometimes, looking down the corridors to make sure nobody was watching and then grabbing his crotch and suggesting Draco said hello in his own special way. Even the promise of cigarettes and extra quills and parchment weren’t enough to convince him to do it, though the thought of having Potter’s cock in his mouth and then biting down viciously, feeling his mouth fill up with warm blood as Potter fainted from the painful shock kept him going through the cold, lonely nights. Sometimes Potter just came by to gloat. Asking him if he could sit down properly after that evening or telling him that having to fuck him was one of the most stomach-churning experiences in all of his life, but it did get him a promotion so thanks very much, you dirty filthy cunt.
Perhaps he would take Potter up on his offer next time he passed by. After all, it’d be the least he deserved.