Title: A starry night
Author: millieweasley
Characters: Draco/Firenze
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Did you see the pairing? Do I need to add warnings too? Ok so semi non-con – at least until a potion is used to change that fact.
Kinks chosen: Mock Marriage
Word Count: 2019
Summary: Draco finds that the mock marriage might not be as much mock as he hoped it would be
Author's notes: I'm so sorry for my mind's perverted ways. And thanks to honorharrington for betaing, and credit to pre_raphaelite1 for giving me the idea for the potion (without which this would be much worse *lol*)

The sound of the door closing behind the last guests sent a waive of relief through Draco. The day from hell was finally over and now he could get on with his life – the way he wanted to live it. Well, almost.

He didn't even look at Firenze as he left the reception room and headed to the sitting room and a stiff drink. The creature could find his own way out onto the park behind the house. As long as he didn't have to deal with him anymore, Draco was surprisingly fine with giving up control of the park. It was the price he'd paid for his freedom, his manor, his way of life. No Ministry would take that from him – and if that included a stupid demonstration of how "open-minded" he was in this mock marriage then so be it.

The golden liquid burned his throat as it slid down his throat, but he didn't care. Right now he needed it, and he couldn’t wait until the tide shifted again, allowing him to throw Firenze off his grounds and return to the life he should have had. He'd find a proper wife, have beautiful children and forget this day had ever happened.

'Aren't you going to pour me one?'

The voice behind him was soft, almost dreamlike, and he shivered at the mere sound.

'I didn't think you'd be interested,' he said curtly. 'Don't you want to run in the park and look at the stars or something?' he then commented, pouring himself another drink - without pouring Firenze one.

He stepped away from the bar, swallowing the liquid and looking out over what was once more his.

'I don't think you're in a position to be sarcastic,' Firenze answered softly, his hoofs clicking against the polished wooden floor as he walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. Another sound that made Draco shiver. Inwardly he counted every mark they'd leave on the floor - his floor. Why was the stupid creature still inside. He'd been offered the park – wasn't that enough?

'The stars are clear tonight,' Firenze then said, suddenly next to him, making him jump as he moved to put more distance between them. 'Even a human like yourself should know what they say,' he said, and if Draco hadn't known better he'd have thought there was amusement and sarcasm in his voice.

'The stars tell me nothing, and I have no need to talk at the moment. I'll let the house elf know to close after you when you leave the house. Hopefully we won't need to talk to each other again after today.'

He had not expected Firenze the follow him towards the door. He frowned, watching him, stopping. 'Are you following me?' he asked plainly, folding his arms in front of him.

'Yes.'

The answer was not satisfactory. Draco glared at the creature in front of him. 'Well the unasked question is why,' he said sarcastically.

'Well, then you should have asked it.' Firenze smiled, but didn't answer the question not asked. Instead he took a sip of his drink. To say that Draco was annoyed was an understatement.

Muttering about impossible creatures under his breath, he headed for the door once more, only to find himself blocked as Firenze moved to block the door.

'You really should look at the stars tonight – Venus is particularly strong. There is a union between the stars tonight – didn't you know?' he asked as if what he was saying made perfect sense. Draco snorted, fairly certain he was just sporting rubbish.

'I really wouldn't care what the stars say. You're in my way, I'm going to bed.' Why wasn't the stupid thing moving? Was he daft? Didn't he know he was supposed to be outside and not inside. Apparently not, as he was only stupidly smiling – and not moving. 'Get out of my way, creature!' he snapped, angrily, going for his wand. Mock "husband" or not, he would not be annoyed in his own house. Creatures were supposed to be outside – not inside! And definitely not in his way.

He did not even bother to see the patient smile vanishing from Firenze's face, and he was too busy trying to move past the horse when he felt a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him back. The unexpected touch was unwelcome and he wailed out in protest.

'I don't think you understand, husband,' Firenze said, and this time his voice was cold when he spoke. 'The stars speak of a union because a union is bound to happen – and no marriage is valid without the bond being acknowledged,' he said, his voice silky smooth even if it sent chills down Draco's spine.

'But-'

'No buts, Husband,' Firenze interrupted him. 'You've insulted me enough for one night. Yes, you promised me the park, the freedom I want and need – but I know human law – nothing is mine until this marriage is legal. This marriage isn't legal until consummated.'

Draco could feel himself lose colour. 'You can't-'

'I can and I do, Husband,' Firenze continued slowly. 'As your bedroom no doubt is on higher levels, I'll suggest over the sofa. It will be more comfortable for you than over a log in the park, which would really be to my preference.'

Draco's eyes widened. 'You're insane!' he cried, his voice panicky as his eyes helplessly drew to the area where he really didn't want to look. 'Let go of me, you stupid creature!'

The tight grip on his arm became even tighter. 'I said, you've insulted me enough for one night, human!' Firenze said, stepping closer – so close his hoofs nearly stepped on Draco's feet. He smiled.

'Now, Husband,' he said, his voice once more soft. 'How do you want it – comfortable, or uncomfortable?' he asked. 'There are potions that will make it very comfortable even,' he added with a smirk. 'I'm not sure you deserve them though.'

He would have yelled, screamed for the house elves, yet something held him back, perhaps the fact that his eyes were rather glued to the gigantic erect penis beneath Firenze – one that scared him silent – and fascinated him at the same time.

'You'll kill me,' he said weakly, though Firenze only laughed.

'If I killed you I'd lose all this, would I not? Is that not in the Malfoy tradition? I bet only a Malfoy can ever truly own this' he said calmly. 'I'm not prepared to lose a thing. Besides, you're my husband, why would I want to kill you?' he asked with a smirk.

'Of course if you refuse, I can always go to the ministry and tell them what a sham this marriage was, how I found myself rejected and used – have it annulled. Who was the other option you had? Right...there was none outside of jail and losing it all.' He smiled. 'It's time to choose, husband.'

In all honestly he'd only heard a fraction of what Firenze had said. His eyes were glued to the red throbbing beast of a penis, and he could hardly breathe as he thought of that cock…no one had done that to him. Well other than Severus at school, but that was part of being in the Slytherin house. It wasn't the same. And even though Severus was well endowed indeed, this was…definitely larger. Much larger. And he really couldn't see how…

'Now, husband!'

The voice made him snap to attention, and he was surprised to see Firenze smiling at him again. 'Impressive, isn't it?' he asked softly. 'Now comfortable or uncomfortable?'

Draco swallowed. 'Comfortable,' he whispered, relieved when Firenze let his arm go.

'The sofa then. Take off your robes, kneel on the cushions and lean over the back.'

He hesitated, watching Firenze, wanting to run, or stand still – or, oddly enough, to obey. There was something very commanding in the soft voice, but he tried not to focus on that. Or the massive cock that would soon…Merlin, this was really going to hurt!

He was still standing there, immobile, when Firenze suddenly moved towards him. Jumping, he backed up against the sofa, his hands shaking as he took off his robes, wearing nothing underneath them.

Firenze was licking his lips as he watched him, letting his eyes roam over Draco’s form, and somehow the obvious desire in the creature seemed…comforting. This had to be some sort of spell. Shaking his head he slowly got onto the sofa, turning to face the back, leaning over, though not daring to really pout his arse as he knew he was expected to. A part of him almost expected to be told off, and he remembered Severus' reaction when he hadn't been pleasing enough. The thought did turn him on a bit. Strange.... Really, it was. Yet just as he was expecting a reprimand, a hot liquid poured down his back, making him gasp in surprise.

The moan was almost instantaneous, the pleasure too intense to handle. Somehow the liquid, whatever it was, seemed to move into every pore of his body, sending tingles of pleasure through every nerve. His body was almost instantly on fire, his cock harder than he could ever remember. He didn’t think before pouting back against the hand that soon followed, rubbing more of the wonderful liquid into his skin. On his arse, between the cheeks of his arse, into him.

His head fell down on his arms as a whimper escaped him. He knew what was coming, had the image of the big red cock all in his mind, seeing it grow over and over and over again. Yet it didn't frighten him anymore. It should...logically he knew that, but his mind wasn't logical anymore. Instead it was filled with stars and thoughts of unions and most of all clouded with the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt in his life.

The finger inside him was joined by another, and he moaned louder, feeling as if he'd come at any moment. Yet somehow he didn't, not even as the fingers brushed up against his prostate. And then did the same again – and again and again until he saw stars and no longer had any clue as to whether it was just two finger or if it was three or even four.

He did notice the loss of them though. And cried out that loss as he suddenly wanted them again. Yet he still tensed when he felt the sofa shift. Hoofs on either side of him, a centaur's cock pressing against his entrance.

'Just relax,' the soft voice said, and he found himself relaxing as more hot liquid poured down his back, down into the cleft of his arse. The next moment he felt himself stretch wider than he'd ever felt before, yet it didn't hurt. Instead it only added to the sensations of the liquid – whatever it was, and he found he didn't care. Nothing mattered, nothing at all but the feeling of having a large – a very large – cock inside him. How could it be that his mind wasn't working anymore? He wasn't sure but when he literary saw stars in front of his eyes he forgot all about it and moaned, groaned, rocked back and surrendered to the surreal sense of pleasure that rushed through his body. Only in the distance did he hear Firenze's moans, only in the background was he aware of the centaur moving above him. The pleasure was everything - soaring hot, black, white, consuming – and as he lost himself to the stars he felt himself finally come with a massive shout.

He was barely conscious when Firenze followed him over the edge. Barely conscious as he collapsed down on a sofa still wet – panting, his body humming, someone standing over him.

'Not my choice,' he somehow managed to mumble as a blanket was put over him. Someone smiled.

'It will be,' was the answer. 'The next time there is a union in the stars.'

There was a cold draft as the door opened to the starry night outside, but Draco no longer noticed.