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Kinky Kristmas Fic: Yes, Minister (Kingsley/Draco) 
10th December 2010 12:00
Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: [info]torino10154
From: [info]sabethea

Title: Yes, Minister
Characters/Pairings: Kingsley/Draco
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Included: toys, paddling, anal
Other Warnings/Content: [none, sorry!]
Word Count: ~1500
Summary/Description:Prompt: After a rough day of Auror/other Ministry dept. training, Kingsley takes his star pupil aside for a private lesson.
Author's Notes: (1)My beta is wonderful. I hope zie knows this.
(2)For other political comedy geeks, yes the title is an intentional throw-back. Just try not to think of Draco as Nigel Hawthorne...
(3) Giftee, I'm not sure I got as many of your kinks as I'd've liked, but this is the first time I've written this pairing, and I did my poor best :)

Draco takes a deep breath and allows himself to relax for a second. He'd always known it was going to be tough doing Ministry training, especially when his (and his family's) spotty reputation would be used as a metaphorical stick to beat him with every time he did anything, be it good or bad. Especially when he'd been put on training with Weasley as a partner, because... well, putting a spell on your colleague is generally not seen as a fine move.

“Draco. A word.”

The rest of the team have left, but Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, places a firm hand on Draco's arm, preventing him from following them. Ah. His indiscretion hasn't gone unnoticed. He isn't sure whether he is glad or worried. Glad, however, seems to be winning the day.

“Yes, Minister?”

Some sticks are less metaphorical than others, Draco acknowledges, as Kingsley leads him into a private office. The desk has a large paddle on top of it. His heart thumps uncomfortably fast and hard. Does this mean what Draco hopes it means? Kingsley orders him to shrug off his robes, pull his pants off, and Draco obeys with more alacrity than he's shown towards any other instruction that day.

“Stand by the desk,” Kingsley orders, picking up the paddle - and Draco is happy to oblige. “You know, in many ways you're my star pupil,” the Minister for Magic says conversationally.

Draco, while somewhat surprised to hear this, is finding it hard to be conversational when Kingsley is standing over his naked arse with a paddle. Things are looking good, and Draco isn't sure whether the best policy is to agree or to try and taunt the Minister into action. Though Kingsley isn't easily upset...

“Yes, Minister,” he says, choosing his role.

“And then,” Kingsley says, picking up – picking up - the damned paddle, “you go and do something like you did today.”

Draco thinks back over the 'test case scenario' they'd enacted earlier today. Probably hexing your own colleague is not seen as a good plan, even if it is Ron Weasley and he's been taunting you for weeks.

“Sorry, Minister.”

“You will be,” says Kingsley. “You will be. This,” he adds, swishing the paddle through the air over Draco's body, “will be a reminder.”

Draco gasps. He can't help himself. His cock is standing to attention, making it quite clear that it is willing, indeed eager, for his 'reminder'.

“Yes.” He doesn't manage the 'Minister' this time: even getting one word out is difficult enough. ('Hard' enough? No, that's his cock.)

“Bend over my desk.”

Draco knows that Kingsley knows that there's nothing Draco wants more to do than bend over the Minister of Magic's desk and take his punishment. Whatever punishment Kingsley sees fit. He leans forward, spreading his legs a little; knowing he's giving Kingsley the best view of his arse possible. The paddle. Damn it, when will Kingsley use the bloody paddle? Then Kingsley murmurs something, and Draco thinks it's now – now - until he feels the lubricated plug grazing against his anus, pushing into him millimetre by millimetre, so slowly it's almost torturous... so slowly, it's almost unbearably good. He can hear a low grunting noise; it takes a few seconds before he realises that he is the one making it.

“Kingsl...” The paddle swishes down onto his arse, not brutally but enough to sting. “Minister!” he corrects himself.

“Yes?” asks Kingsley, placing one cool hand across Draco's left arse cheek.

Draco shudders at the touch. “Please,” he murmurs.

Kingsley is leaning over him. “In the Ministry,” he says quietly in Draco's ear, “you protect each other, no matter what. You look out for each other. Everyone needs to know that their fellow Aurors are to be trusted. You do not, Draco Malfoy, hex your own colleagues. However tempting it may be. Do you understand?”


“Clearly,” says Kingsley (and Draco hears the 'whoosh' through the air a split-second before the paddle hits his arse again), “you do not understand well enough.”

“No, Minister.”

Draco shuts his eyes, waiting to hear the sound, feel the hot sting of the paddle. Nothing.

“I beg your pardon?” Kingsley says politely.

Draco screws his eyes up tighter. Apparently that's not all he's tightening, he realises, feeling the plug push deeper into his arse. He has no idea what he has said, nor what it was about.

“I mean, yes, Minister,” he corrects himself.

The paddle comes down once (left), twice (right), three times (central, hitting the base of the plug so that Draco has to bite his lip to stop himself screaming from pleasure). Kingsley's hand slides up his back, firm and cool and masterful. Merlin, Draco will do... will say... anything for someone who can make him feel like this.

“Draco Malfoy, have you understood a word I've been saying?”

Yes? No? Damn it, Draco could get so frustrated trying to work out Kingsley's rules.

“Yes,” he says, sliding a hand between his own legs to fondle his cock. If Kingsley won't do it...

“If I use the paddle there,” Kingsley drawls, “you may live to regret it.”

It takes a second or two for Draco to realise what the Minister is talking about. When he does, however, his hand slides away as fast as it can. Paddling on the arse is one thing...

“Sorry, Minister.”

“Are you?” Kingsley's breath is warm against his ear as he leans down to whisper to Draco.

There are lots of things Draco could say. Protest his innocence. Vow to make nice to Weasley as long as they both shall live. Promise not to touch his cock again ever in his life without the Minister's permission....

“Please,” is what comes out.

“My star pupil, Draco Malfoy,” Kingsley says, his voice quiet and seductive. “A star pupil shouldn't assault his own colleagues, now, should he?

“Yes, Minister.” He means 'no', but when Kingsley is bending over him like this, he can't say anything but yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Yes, Draco?”

“Ohhh, yes,” Draco sighs.

“You mean,” Kingsley says politely, thumping the paddle down on his arse once – twice – three times, “no.”

Draco can't think of any circumstances in which it would be a good idea to say no to Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Yes, Minister.”

“'Yes', you mean 'no'?”

“Yes,” Draco says desperately – meaning Please, fuck me.

Maybe he's said the words aloud, because Kingsley is laughing his deep, gorgeous laugh, and stroking – stroking, not slapping – his arse with the paddle as his other hand slides between Draco's buttocks to remove the plug.

“Oh Merlin,” says Draco, fervently.

“Kingsley,” the Minister corrects him, murmuring what is clearly a lubrication spell, as seconds later Draco feels a wonderfully slicked cock pushing against his hole.

“Kingsley, Minister, Merlin...” Draco says, not really caring what words come out right now, just so long as Kingsley comes in.

And it is Kingsley's moment to say “Yes,” as he pushes inside his protegé, his fingers tangling in Draco's sweaty blond hair.

Now Draco is past saying anything, as Kingsley thrusts in and out. Anything except “uuuuuh,” and “aaaaaaaah,” and – in a moment of coherence - “more”. Kingsley seems like he's finished talking in favour of action, because all Draco hears in return is heavy breathing and the odd murmur which sounds encouragingly like “Draco”. Draco comes first – without even touching his cock, and that should've been embarrassing, but this is Kingsley, this is the Minister of Magic fucking him over his own desk, and... Draco has no more room for thoughts as his cock twitches and spurts, sending his brain spinning into patterns of swirling dots and lines and colours...

Then the Minister comes and fuck, Kingsley's cock is in Draco's arse, and Kingsley's cock seems to like it, and... Draco realises he's actually crying and how much of a girl does that make him? But fuck. Kingsley. Fuck. Kingsley. Fuck, Kingsley's fucked him and... fuck.

Kingsley, perhaps predictably, returns to the present quicker than Draco. He withdraws, casts a silent cleansing spell, takes hold of Draco's shoulder and turns him so that they are facing one another.

“Do I make myself clear?” he asks.

Draco watches, almost mesmerised, as a bead of sweat slides down Kingsley's forehead. This hint of humanity helps him to answer,

“I'm not sure, Minister. You might have to tell me again.”
10th December 2010 17:26
OMG!!!! SQUEE! YES. THIS. *vbg* Kingsley's star pupil indeed. Love that Draco hexed Ron (ROFL I can imagine that was a long time in coming), how Draco says no when he should say yes and vice versa, how just utterly delicious Kingsley is *vbg*, how eager Draco is for this little reminder. *flails* This is just the sort of smutty fic I was hoping for. Thanks so much! ♥
10th December 2010 19:56
I LOVE the last line. HEE!

Kingsley/pretty much anyone is hot as hell but I have a special love for him with Draco. You did this very well. I love the set up and Draco hexing Ron was hilarious. Very hot. Great job.
10th December 2010 20:34
Yeah, I can see why Draco may need to have this lesson repeated over and over and over again. Guh!
I thought he was relatively coherent given the circumstances. *g*
Delicious work!
10th December 2010 21:40
OMG!!!! I think I'd be purposely unsure too if I were Draco, after that! Heehee!!
11th December 2010 02:33
That is hot. Wow. Scorching, hot! :D
11th December 2010 02:42
Fun and hot and very cleverly-written. Love the title, and how you eventually get us as confused as Draco.
11th December 2010 03:16

I'm guessing the Malfoys have long had special relations with the Minister. (Though, in Lucius' case he was probably doing the fucking. :D)

Lovely story!
11th December 2010 04:24
UNF. Yes, Minister, indeed. ;-)
11th December 2010 05:44
AHH! The last line! Ingenious and very Slytherin, to be 'noncommittal 'to the Minister. And yes, I get the title, being a Canadian geek.
11th December 2010 09:13
Mmmmm. Oh YES! Minister!

Draco is a very naughty Auror and thoroughly deserves to be punished to the full extent of the Minister's authority (which does appear to be considerable).

Love this.
11th December 2010 13:15
Wow, this was just crazy hot! I love these two together, and this was delicious. :D
11th December 2010 15:17
Oh, YES. What a great pairing and scenario! Kingsley as Minister, UNF, hot as fuck, that is. And although I think you kept their relationship nicely ambiguous, I liked all the hints that they are in a relationship, rather than this being the first time they've done this. Ung, Draco the punishment whore, so very awesome. :)
11th December 2010 16:52
Hell yes, Minister! I particularly enjoyed Draco's incoherency :). And this:

I have only the most vague memories of that show and of Yes, Prime Minister, but they are all positive :).

But fuck. Kingsley. Fuck. Kingsley. Fuck, Kingsley's fucked him and... fuck.

Quite :).
12th December 2010 11:06
This is gorrrrrgeous! :D
12th December 2010 20:42
12th December 2010 23:12
Fabulous! I really liked Draco's incoherence, and how cool Kingsley is, & the Yes, Minister reference was an added bonus :-D
13th December 2010 00:47
GUUUUUUUH!!! That was so very hot!!!
I love how incoherent Draco got. ♥
14th December 2010 16:47
Mmm...I think he'll have to teach him that lesson several times. Maybe others of a similar bent? :D

Just gorgeously hot.
17th December 2010 12:19
Ahahaha! Draco hexed Ron! And you know, given that this is the sort of "punishment" Draco gets for it, well, Ron might have a few more hexes coming to him...

Draco's POV here is fantastic. He's just so flustered and needy and almost beyond coherent thought. I love that he gets his "yes" and "no" mixed up! Of course, Kingsley uses it to his advantage. ;D

“Oh Merlin,” says Draco, fervently.

“Kingsley,” the Minister corrects him

LOL!!! Only one of many great lines in here.
18th December 2010 21:39
Damn, that was hot. Very nice work.
19th December 2010 14:14 - Yes, Minister (Kingsley/Draco)
I just love a submissive Draco. The paddling is fantastic. Got to love a leader that thinks outside the box for punishments.

“Do I make myself clear?” he asks.

Dam, Kingsley that is quite hot. Love Draco's response.

24th December 2010 06:03
Ooh, very sexy! I love how incoherent Draco was in comparison to Kingsley!

30th December 2010 11:35
AHAHAHA! Apart from being very hot (Mmm, Kingsley!) it was immensely funny seeing Draco lose it entirely.
5th January 2011 05:11
This was hot and funny! Loved this line:
“Kingsley, Minister, Merlin...” Draco says, not really caring what words come out right now, just so long as Kingsley comes in.
10th January 2011 20:27
omgomgomg. This is the hottest thing I've read in ages. I love punishment fics, and you've done beautifully with this one. Fabulous work, [info]iamisaac. You gave me chills of delight. :)
13th March 2016 16:44
This is madly hot! Love the hint of humanity at the end and how Kingsley teases him when he's incoherent. And Kingsley paddling Draco is just the hottest!!!
12th September 2017 22:32
Very hot. Loved it. I don't blame Draco for saying he might need a repeat performance. I would have done the same.
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