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FIC: 'Breaking and Entering' for ineffabili_tea
Recipient: ineffabili_tea
Author: spidermoth
Title: Breaking and Entering
Rating: R
Pairings: Moody/Ollivander
Word Count: 2212
Warnings: bondage, dub con, frotting
Disclaimer: Rights to the characters belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: Auror Moody needs questions answered about a wand.
Author's Notes: A shameless PWP written for Ineffabili_tea who asked for Moody, McGonagall, and/or Ollivander, and likes dub con, banter, pining, and fight!sex. Can't say that this is staunchly any of those things but I tried to come close. This is my first smut fic and the longest fic I've written. It was great experience and I learned a lot. Hope you enjoy!

It was after hours.

Working silently, Alastor Moody hurried to take down the series of elaborate protection wards placed on the door of one of Diagon Alley's more notable street-front establishments, and then eased himself stealthily into the darkened shop.

Upon entering, his magical eye swiveled wildly, scanning for the small, unprepossessing man he knew to be inside. Spotted attempting to slip into a storage room behind a low counter, Moody surged forward, growling. "Hold it there, Ollivander! Ministry business!"

A short tussle ensued, resulting in his quarry pinned against the storage room wall, and Moody glaring into eyes so wide they showed whites. With intense satisfaction the Auror noted the man's feeble attempts to swallow around the wand he held pressed to his throat.

"Gottcha," he sneered, pressing his trembling captive further into the wall.

"Now why don't we get comfortable and you tell me what I want to know."

~~~~~~O~~~~~~

Some misguided instinct drew me from the back of the recently closed shop at the precise moment my locked and warded street door eased open. Frozen momentarily in fear, I caught the sliver of moonlight which spilled across the floor from the opened doorway, just before it was erased by the shadow of a large body slipping into the room. The same faulty instinct which had brought me into danger now belatedly encouraged me most heartily to flee! I turned in an instant to escape back into the storage room, and from there into the alley beyond, but not quickly enough. As soon as I heard his voice I recognized my notorious assailant, and his identity quite took the heart out of me. Within moments my futile attempts to flee were at an end and I found myself at the mercy of Alastor Moody, Senior Auror, and right son-of-a-bitch.

~~~~~~O~~~~~~

It came as no surprise that Alastor Moody's idea of 'getting comfortable' did not include my own. The Auror's legendary reputation as a relentless and unyielding interrogator was widely known in Diagon Alley and far into outlying areas. That I'd had no personal occasion to experience the man's hard-nosed methods before this night, did nothing to diminish my healthy fear.

I was bound to the storage room wall. Magical cords constricted my chest, keeping my breathing shallow. I was clothed, but felt the cords rasping across my chest with each breath I took as though it were being abraded by a file. Transfigured ankle straps held my legs spread achingly wide, causing my trousers to stretch taughtly across my bollocks and groin. My arms were pulled high, crossed at the wrist, and held by chains.

Before me, Auror Moody stood back to survey his handiwork, his enchanted eye sweeping me from head to foot. Sheathing his own wand, he reached into his robes and brought out a second, holding it up for my inspection.

"I want you to tell me about this wand, Ollivander, and I want you to tell me now."

Peering as best I could in the dim light cast by a candle lit by a hasty lumos, I tried to make out the markings of the wand he held, but with no success.

Growing annoyed by my slow response, he moved in closer--towering, but not touching. Waves of energy seemed to roll off his body, and the pungent scent of his musky sweat overwhelmed me. I began to feel light-headed and dizzy.

When I still did not answer, he brought his mouth so close to my face that flecks of spit landed on my chin. He repeated his request and I tried not to notice, or think about the way his breath was warming my forehead and cheek.

"W-wand?" I finally whispered, opening my eyes with difficulty. I forced myself to look directly into his gaze, and meeting his eyes, both good and 'mad,' I felt my face paling at the predatory fierceness they contained. All warmth drained from my body. I fought to stay conscious as he glared and, after what seemed an eternity, watched in blushing embarrassment as his magical eye began an examination of my face--its perusal sultry and provocative and alarming in its thoroughness.

Starting at my hair-line, the fiery eye moved over the lines of cheek, nose, and chin, to end its roving fixed firmly on my lips. I gasped at the effect such intensity had on me, and my mouth fell open, causing the pupil of Moody's torrid eye to open wide into a fathomless black pool--its eerie depths mesmerizing. His normal eye soon joined in staring at my slackened mouth.

With a rumbling sound like a growl, the Auror leaned in more firmly against my chest and brought the thin, polished wand in question up before my frozen gaze. He ground out his next words as though forcing them through gravel.

"This wand, Ollivander. Recognize it?"

His gruff voice. the threat. the scent and heat rolling off his body and the huff of his breath on my face, were all shockingly intimate. To my horror, I felt a physical response. My cock began to harden and I felt my trousers forming an unmistakable tent. I tried closing my eyes. tried moving my hips away. willing myself to clamp down on my growing arousal.

Struggling to tear my gaze from his face, I made another feeble attempt to examine the wand he held before me. Catching sight of it properly now, my breathing all but stopped. I groaned, as recognition dawned--a low sob escaping my throat as I tried to mouth an answer.

"Recognize it?" he prodded jeeringly, pressing even closer.

"Yes..." I choked out--fear of his having known my answer in advance making my tongue feel thick and dry.

"Thought so," he supplied with a smirking leer. His chin came up in mocking triumph and, without moving the wand from my sight, he leaned in closer, ghosting his lips across my ear.

"Mind telling me what it was doing on the bar at the 'Thestral' down Knockturn way?" he whispered with evil delight at my distress. "I'm havin' trouble coming up with a reason for it, myself." he added snidely.

A shudder ran through my body as the implications of my wand being lost in a pub formed in my mind. It was not possible. not possible. I shook my head from side to side, struggling to make sense of such an incomprehensible event.

At the continued evidence of my distress, Moody pressed in further, straddling one of my spread wide and trembling legs. I gasped again and nearly swooned with shock at the feel of his engorged cock, throbbing against my thigh. For the second time, I felt horror at my own shameful response--my cock striving to burst through the flies of my pants and trousers. He must have felt an involuntary movement of my hips because his roving eye swiveled down pointedly to note my rampant arousal, and with a look of smug satisfaction, he wantonly began rutting against my thigh, punctuating his next statements with mocking thrusts.

"I thought...we'd...discussed...your...Knock...turn...Alley...habits, Mr. Ollivander. I seem...to remember...some promises. made."

The strong muscles of Moody's thighs were now squeezing my leg rhythmically as he rutted against me. I looked away, biting my lips and tried frantically not to move my own hips with answering thrusts. We were both panting heavily. Moody let the wand he'd been holding up for my inspection drop to the floor and I heard it fall and roll away. He used his now free hand to grab hold of my chin, turning my head back towards his. The sight of his stubbled cheek so close to my own caused me to tremble with lust as unbidden thoughts arose of what that rough stubble might feel like moving against the tender flesh of my inner thighs. Mortified, I calculated how long I could hold out against the rising tide of my own arousal.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I cast about fruitlessly for some way to dampen my spiraling lust.

"Look at me and answer, Ollivander," the Auror commanded in low, growling tones. The smoldering heat in his gaze when I opened my eyes caused me to lose all thread of the conversation.

"What's this? Nothing to say? No pretty excuses for me?" He taunted, noting my confusion.

With an evil show of teeth he dragged his thumb over my slackened lips. I watched his jaw clench spasmodically when my tongue darted out instantly to wet it. Within a fraction of a second his growling mouth slammed onto mine--lips hard and demanding. I cried out with what I hoped was objection but neither of us were fooled when our mouths came open at the same time and tongues clashed in a writhing swirl of spit and teeth and moaning. My hands were straining so hard against their bonds that I no longer had feeling in my fingers. I twisted my hips frantically to reach his thigh, his hip, his cock, whatever he would give me, to rut and hump against him in a frenzy of lust so potent I would have fallen if the straps hadn't held me upright.

Sliding smoothly between my straining legs, he brought his cock to mine and, with a gasp of intense pleasure, we began writhing together--thrusting and panting--desperately wild to find our release.

His hands roamed over my throat and chest, roughly sliding down my heaving sides to grasp my buttocks, lifting me off the floor as much as the straps would allow. His large and powerful fingers dug into my arse, clenching in rhythm with our greedy frotting. One of his fingers sought my hole and pushed and rubbed the fabric of my trousers against it. I felt faint with the frustration of choosing between opening myself to the intrusion of fingers, or pressing forward against the rock-hard cock grinding against my own. For what seemed an eternity I swung blindly between maddening sensations, teetering drunkenly on the edge of release until the body thrusting against mine stiffened suddenly and I felt a pulsing wetness soak through my trousers and onto my groin. With a hoarse shout I felt my own orgasm crest, my cock shooting spunk copiously into my trousers to add to the wetness already there. Sobbing and thrashing, fighting my bonds, I finally slumped weakly against the heaving chest and trembling thighs still pressed to mine. We continued to rub against each other sinuously for a few moments more, kissing and thrusting our tongues into each others mouths. Finally my captor separated himself from my sated body and moved away.

With the loss of heat and intimacy I could not contain an involuntary shiver. I felt shamefully exposed and closed my eyes against what reaction I would find in my captor's face. For several heartbeats I waited for indication of his intent.

"Ollie," he whispered gently after I'd been silent for some time, "look at me."

My eyelids fluttered helplessly. I almost had no will or energy to drag them up. When I could finally open my eyes, I steeled myself against what I might see reflected there.

"Was it what you wanted, love?" he asked in his gruff and beloved voice. His hand came up to stroke my cheek, and I could not look away from the love and hope in his gaze.

"Yes, oh, yes...Alastor." I choked through a throat gone tight. Tears of relief threatened to follow the path of his fingers down my cheek. "Yes, yes...thank you...please...love you...love you." I could not stop the words from tumbling helter-skelter to his feet.

With infinite tenderness he spelled free the straps which held me and I fell into his strong and waiting arms. My sated body was cradled gently, and numb limbs stroked back to warmth and movement. Together we slid down the wall and curled together, waiting for our hearts and minds to settle. Peaceful bliss covered us both like a blanket.

~~~~~~O~~~~~~

Later that night, across the cozy table tucked into a corner of our favorite Inn, I found courage to ask, not without some embarrassment, "How did you come by my wand?"

"Pinched it from your robe when we tussled against the wall," he supplied smugly. "I'll be having a word with you later, on why it wasn't in your hand when you were being burgled, though" he lectured somewhat sternly. "Constant..." he began.

"...'vigilance' " we finished together, sharing a laugh.

"Ah...so forceful," I mused, returning to the issue of his stealing my wand. Then, after a moment, "How did you know I'd been to Knockturn? You had me going with that."

"Got my sources," he answered with a mock growl.

I laughed again briefly before asking teasingly, "Do you keep watch on my movements, then, Senior Auror Moody?"

I could hardly keep the thrill of that idea from my voice.

"Yes, I do..." he admitted as though daring me to object. "...on all of your movements, Mr. Ollivander."

I blushed.

Then he leaned in close with a wink and whispered.

"I have my eye on you always, love."

~fin~