Title: Plans for the Future
Author: elfflame
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Body Writing
Other Warnings: Dirty Language?
Word Count: 2084
Summary/Description: Charlie's distracted. Draco's bored.
Author's Notes: Apparently Charlie/Draco is a very popular bandwagon this month. Allow me to add my two knuts. Thank you to wolfish_cat for inspiration and betaing.



Draco distracted himself from the tickling sensation on his back and the soft scratching sound by watching the late afternoon sun creep across the rag carpet. It had obviously been here in Charlie's cottage at the dragon reserve well before either of them were born. The colour of it had long faded to a muted pastel that was indistinguishable between grey or blue. The edge of it was frayed, and Draco had often tripped over it on his morning stumblings to get to the bathroom.

"When are you going to let me replace that eyesore?" he asked, adding, "and are you done yet?"

Charlie hummed, as infuriatingly calm as ever as he continued to write, and Draco had to hold back a soft gasp as the quill traced over a sensitive spot. "Told you. I like it. Reminds me of mum's knitting."

Draco was about to protest when Charlie's quill dipped lower, and this time, he wasn't able to hold back the gasp. "Ah…please…" He closed his eyes, flushing. Charlie always managed to undo him, no matter what he tried to distract himself. "I want to see…"

"When it's done," Charlie answered, and Draco bit back a groan. The only time Charlie wasn't calm was when Draco was teasing him within an inch of coming, and then, well, then Draco got just what he wanted—Charlie's wonderful, thick cock, as deep inside him as Charlie could get it.

This, on the other hand, was pure torture. "Charlie…"

"Shhh…I want it to be perfect." Draco could feel as the quill traced a line up his spine, and he curled his toes, unable to suppress a soft whimper at the feeling.

It was times like this that almost made Draco regret coming here to be a trainee. Almost. He glowered down at the rag rug, swearing to take revenge if it was the last thing he did. Then the quill moved back down his spine, and he arched his back with a gasp at the feeling. "Please…Charlie…it's too much…"

Charlie tisked, and though Draco couldn't see his face, he could somehow hear in the sound that he was amused. "No, really…I need…" He gasped when Charlie smacked his arse.

"I told you, Draco. I want to get this right." The quill kept scratching, and Draco had to bite back another whimper, dropping his face into a pillow to muffle himself. This really wasn't fair, and Draco was going to make sure Charlie paid for this. It was his own fault, since he wasn't listening.

Draco thought perhaps he'd go to Bucharest on his next day off so he could access his account and buy the most expensive antiques he could find to replace everything in Charlie's little hovel. Before he could get further into his plans, though, the quill scratched even lower, just above his arse, making him gasp.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice cracking and making his face burn once more.

"Told you. I'm decorating you." He smacked Draco's arse again. "Now be a good boy and be quiet," he said, his quill still scratching its way across the surface of Draco's skin.

Draco bit into his lip, unable to suppress another gasp. "But…"

This time, the smack was much harder, and it shocked Draco into silence once more.

"If I have to warn you again, Draco, I'll tie you to the bed so I can finish, then leave you here to think about why you should be good and cooperate with me while I go get supper. Is that clear?"

Draco winced, knowing that when Charlie went to collect supper, he always ended up taking three times as long to get it as Draco did, because all the other trainers wanted to talk to him about something or other. He nodded quickly, closing his eyes, and focusing on his plans. It would have to be enough for now. Until he could get to Bucharest.

"Good." The quill resumed its path across Draco's skin, and it was all Draco could do not to moan. How much longer could he be, anyway? He had to be done soon, right? Draco's cock felt like it was going to push right through the mattress.

Unfortunately, Charlie seemed determined to take his time. Draco was certain his back had to be solid black ink by now, didn't it? There was only so much surface Charlie could cover, after all. Still, Charlie didn't stop, and Draco buried his face in the pillow once more trying to muffle his whimpers and moans, grinding his now-hard cock down into the bed. That only earned him another smack, though.

Yes, he was definitely getting even for this. Perhaps he'd buy it all in pink. Except that was such a horrendous colour. Maybe green. Yes, that would be much better. Though…hadn't Charlie said he actually rather liked most green? Something about being one of his favorite colours of dragon? Draco scowled down at the rug. This was utterly maddening. He couldn't even find a proper way to get even for all this.

He was so engrossed in his plans, he hadn't noticed when the scratch and tickle of the quill stopped. At least, not until he felt a breath over his arse. "Charlie?" He would have flinched at the squeak of his voice, but he was too intent on figuring out just what Charlie was up to.

He didn't have to wonder long. He felt Charlie's fingers stroke between his cheeks, and soon after—hotwetslick.

"Oh…fuck!" Draco pushed back into the feeling. It always felt so amazing, being rimmed, and Charlie seemed to love doing it as much as Draco loved having it done to him.

Of course, after everything Charlie'd already done, Draco's cock was leaking onto the bedspread. He couldn't help wondering what Charlie's mum would think if she knew just how it was being messed by a Malfoy. The thought made him grin. Then Charlie licked him again, and the thought disappeared in the wake of the pleasure.

Time was lost in the sensation of feeling Charlie tonguing his arse, his fingers prizing him wider apart, making him whimper and press back for more. "Ohgod…don't stop…"

He felt Charlie chuckle. "Oh? And before, you were begging me to get on with it, Draco…"

Draco flushed at the reminder. "Charlie…"

Before Draco could protest further, he felt a finger press into him, making him groan. "Not about to stop," He whispered to Draco. "But don't you want to know what I wrote? Before it gets all smudged and smeared?"

The finger was twisting inside him, and it was hard to concentrate, given how hard he was from everything Charlie'd already done. "Wh…what?"

"I wrote about what I want to do to you," Charlie said softly. Draco was about to ask what that was, but before he could, Charlie continued. "How I love to kiss you when you start complaining about things. How easy it is to distract you with a kiss. How good you sound when I do." Charlie's voice took on a husky tone. "How every moan makes me want to throw you over the arm of my sofa and fuck you right there. Even when we have visitors…"

Draco whimpered, clenching around Charlie's finger. "Ohgod…"

"Also…wrote how your moans make me want to fuck you in front of my whole family. So they know just why I can't stay away from you…"

Draco's eyes popped open at the very thought. "You wouldn't…ah!" Before he could finish his outraged statement, Charlie's finger brushed over his prostate.

"Oh, I would. So that Ron will stop glowering every time I bring you to a family gathering, and George will stop lusting at you in secret. And so that Fleur will know you're not the problem she thinks, because if Bill so much as even considers laying a finger on you…" Charlie's voice was a deep growl now, sending a shiver down Draco's back.

Charlie's finger pressed deep into him, and Draco cried out as it brushed over his prostate again. "Ahfuck…Charlie, please! I don't want any of them! Just you…please!"

"And how gorgeous you are when you beg. Even when you complain first," Charlie continued, as though Draco hadn't even spoken. "How your bratty ways only make me want to fuck you even harder, until every trace of your attitude is fucked right out of you…"

Draco whined, needing so much more. "Ohgod…Charlie, please!" He clenched around his finger.

"But I also wrote about how I love to shut you up. My cock. As deep in your mouth as you can get it. How you look up at me with those eyes of yours. How much you love it…being full of me…" he whispered into Draco's ear.

That was all Draco could take, the image and memory of doing that very thing coming so easily to mind. Draco loved Charlie's cock so much. The perfect length, and even better, thick enough to stretch him wide every time they fucked. Just the memory was almost as good as actually sucking him, and before Draco knew it, he was coming hard against the bedspread, body shuddering as Charlie continued to fuck him with his finger, drawing out his climax.

"Fuck, Draco…you're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life. Especially when you come like that…" he said, his voice choked. "Ready for me?" He pulled his finger free, pressing in a second, and Draco moaned, pushing back on his fingers, languid and relaxed now.

"Oh…yes…please, Charlie…"

Charlie pulled his fingers free, and then there was a slicking spell. Draco tried to rise up on his knees, really he did, but he was almost completely boneless from coming, so he was grateful when Charlie's hands tugged his hips up.

He pushed back, wanting to feel him, and moaned when he felt Charlie's cock, hard and hot, rub against his arse. "Ohfuckyes…Charlie…please. Need you." He might have just come, but the thought of doing without Charlie deep inside him wasn't to be borne. He needed it now.

"God yes." Even as Charlie groaned his response, he was pushing in, and Draco had to hide his face in the cushions again, breathing deeply as he tried to relax around him, the sting dulling his arousal a bit.

Charlie didn't give him much time to adjust. He was obviously too worked up to manage. As it was, every thrust pulled a cry from Draco, and all he could do was hold on tight to the bedspread, and hope Charlie didn't fuck him right off the edge of the bed. Soon, though, pleasure began to override everything else, and Draco felt himself hardening slowly, his cock pulsing with each thrust.

By the time Charlie came deep inside him, Draco's ears were ringing and his cock was completely hard once more. There was nothing else in the world but this bed and Charlie. And that was all he needed. Even as he felt Charlie still, shuddering against him, he moaned, nearly in pain from being turned on for so long, and so quick again.

"Ohgodplease…Charlie…" he whimpered.

Charlie's weight against his back was suddenly gone, and his hands rolled Draco onto his back, then there were lips around his cock as Charlie swallowed him deep. Draco nearly arched off the bed at the feeling, and he was sure he screamed, his cock hyper-sensitive at the moment. "Fuck!"

It was too much, really, but at the same time, it felt so good. Draco curled his fingers in Charlie's hair, shuddering as his second climax crashed over him. "Aaaah! Charlie!" The world greyed around him, and he wasn't aware of anything for a moment or two. Then he felt Charlie's arms curling around him, and leaned into his embrace. "'Mazing," he mumbled.

"Mmm…guess I'll have to remind you more often that I'm able to drive you as mad as you drive me?"

Draco opened his eyes and looked up at him. He wasn't sure whether to glower or to be pleased at the thought. "You wouldn't," he finally said.

The grin on Charlie's face reminded forcibly of the twins back when he'd been at Hogwarts. How could he have forgotten that he he was their older brother? Perhaps he ought not to push it too hard, after all.

Still, it wouldn't be a bad way to go. He smiled, then kissed him. "Only if I get to return the favour," he said, already making plans for the morning.