Title: Persuasion
Author: eeyore9990
Based On/Inspired By: At Long Last by tripperfunster
Characters/Pairings: Albus Dumbledore/Horace Slughorn
Rating: Hard R (art is NC-17)
Content/Warnings: fellatio
Word Count: ~1k
Summary/Description: We all know Dumbledore tried to convince Slughorn to come back to Hogwarts at least ONCE before he dragged Harry along...
Author's Notes: I have always been a HUGE fan of tripperfunster and while this fic in no way truly captures the essence of her art, I had to pay it (and her!) tribute.

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"No, Albus! That is my final answer."

Albus steeled himself before inserting his foot between the door and the jamb, wincing when the heavy wood bounced smashed into him. "If you would but hear me out, I have an additional offer for you. One that will be agreeable to us both, I daresay."

Horace Slughorn ceased his attempts to bludgeon Albus' foot with the door and held it open the merest few inches. "What offer?"

"May I come in? This is not a proposition for the masses. Just you."

Instead of opening the door, Horace simply released his hold on it and stepped back, one hand going up to worry at the curling end of his mustache. He narrowed his eyes at Albus as Albus entered the dwelling and gently shut the door behind himself, turning the bolt with a quiet snick.

"There, now." Dusting his hands together for effect, Albus smiled winningly. "I believe that will keep out all but the most determined Muggle, don't you? Tea?"

"Blast you, Albus Dumbledore, I'll not be prolonging your visit with tea. Tell me what your proposal is so I can refuse it and we can both go on with our days."

"Why are you so adverse to resuming your position at Hogwarts?" Albus asked, watching for and finding the signs of paranoia he had grown accustomed to seeing in the eyes of those who'd been threatened by the Death Eaters... or Tom himself.

"I am retired. I have no desire to abandon my current lifestyle for anyone. Certainly not for you. I do apologise, Albus, but I won't be taking sides in your little fracas. It's just not healthy."

Albus nodded and rocked forward on the toes of his heeled boots. "I understand, Horace, but I'd still like to offer you additional incentive, just in case you're open to changing your mind."

Horace sighed and walked over to his comfortable-looking armchair. "What is it, then? Tell me and have done with it."

"Of course, of course." Instead of getting to the point, however, Albus walked around the room, fingers smoothing over the fabric of his robes as he looked from one knick-knack to the next, eyes drifting over shelves of dusty books and rows of polished picture frames filled with laughing youths and confidently successful witches and wizards. Staring down at one particular shelf of such pictures, Albus smiled sadly and shook his head. "There was no need for him to kill them. One would think you would recognise that, Horace."

"It isn't my fight. I've nothing to do with it."

"It involves us all, at one point or another."

"I won't--"

Albus waved his hand airily, silencing Horace with the simple gesture in a way that even magic could not. "That's not really the reason for my visit. I regret bringing up a topic which you find so unsatisfactory. I am a poor guest, I'm afraid. And dear me, where are my manners? Horace, if you would like to discuss our business now...?"

A muscle leapt in Horace's jaw before his features smoothed into blankly friendly lines. "That would be delightful. And so timely."

Albus smiled and walked forward until he was standing tall over Horace's chair, his hands clasped behind his back. "How long has it been, old friend, since you've indulged your oral fixation?" A tiny wink and a sly smile underscored those words with lewd intent.

What started as a blink of necessity turned into a rapid series of shock-induced eyelash-fluttering. "I--I... What? I daresay I misheard you!"

Albus directed his wand at the floor and conjured a small pillow before slowly bending one knee and then the other. When he was kneeling in supplication before Horace, he looked up and said, "I understand the reward system, Horace. I have no issue with you providing yourself an opportunity to study the benefits of a given situation."

"If your tongue is as agile physically as it is verbally, I may have to reconsider my position on returning to Hogwarts," Horace said with a gasp, his hands gripping the overstuffed chair until the wood frame creaked.

"All I seek is the chance to persuade you." With those words, Albus slid one hand coyly over the placket of Horace's trousers, his touch light and sure.

"I approve your tactics."

Albus smiled and wordlessly banished Horace's clothing to the far side of the room. He wrapped one wrinkled, age-spotted hand around the base of Horace's prick and licked the tip with the flat of his tongue. A strangled gurgle rewarded his efforts.

"Will you come back to Hogwarts, Horace?"

"N-no! My life is worth far too much to me for--ahh!"

Horace's entire prick disappeared inside Albus' mouth, and Albus pursed his lips and swallowed, revealing in detail his complete lack of gag reflex. Several moments passed during which Horace sank deeper into the chair, his hips jerking rhythmically as he fucked Albus' mouth. Horace let out a moan of despair when, just as his cheeks went ruddy in a precursor to orgasm, Albus backed off with a lick of his lips.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

"Gah! Nghgn! Don't stop now!"

Smiling, Albus resumed his task, sucking delicately at the very tip of Horace's prick first before he felt Horace's hand in his hair, urging him to greater efforts. He bobbed his head, swirled his tongue, and put every skill he'd acquired in his hundred and fifty years to the test as he brought Horace to a shuddering climax. After swallowing through the last few twitches of Horace's release, Albus sat back and wiped delicately at his mouth with a handkerchief he kept stowed in his sleeve for just such emergencies.

"Your answer, Horace?"

Horace's eyes, heavy with satiation, twinkled wickedly at Albus. "If I say no, will you continue your efforts to persuade me?"

"Of course."

"Then you can be certain I'll never agree to return to Hogwarts."

"In any capacity?"

"At long last, I have the life I've always wished to enjoy here at my fingertips. It only lacked this."

"I see. I cannot say I'm surprised at your answer." Albus shook his head sadly and turned toward the door. "Same time next week?"

Horace's smile was smug. "Of course! Bring a friend if you like. The more, the merrier."