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Fic: Harry Potter ~ Firebrands [NC17] (Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy)
Title:

Firebrands
Author: bonfoi
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Who knew just how kinky and how flexible Draco Malfoy was? Well, Charlie Weasley has an idea…
Challenge: Written for the Bring Back the Porn 2011 Enticement Guilty Pleasure Challenge
Word Count: 2,311
Genre: PWP (that says it all!); Romance; Pleasing the Mod
Highlight for Warnings: *Slight D/s; Arse Play; Sexual gymnastics: “Double Penetration”; Fisting *
A/N: For florida_minxie, who has been a friend and muse and a lovely person when I’ve needed one, and sometimes when she didn’t know she was! Thank you for your encouragement and kindness. This one’s for you!

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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Charlie Weasley watched Draco Malfoy with a critical, but not judgmental, eye. The little wanker had filled out nicely, especially after serving as a poorly-paid skivvy for the English dragon-keepers for the past two years. Lean, firm muscles flexed in the blond’s forearms as he lifted bale after bale of fireweed into the yearling feeding troughs. Charlie felt his trousers getting a bit tight as Malfoy bent over the fence to pet the albino wyvern they’d found in an old Death Eater’s hide-out a few weeks earlier.

With Harry’s help and the actions of the wizards and witches of the Wizengamot that Hermione had more than enough blackmail to pressure, the Malfoys had been given community service—Hermione’s idea—after a year in Azkaban. They’d all taken it to once it was explained they would get their vaults—intact but for Dark Arts’ objects—under their control in three years if the work they did was satisfactory, and beneficial.

The redhead grinned as the thought of Lucius following Harry Potter around and giving him political advice—under Hermione’s watchful eye, of course—and Narcissa’s at his mum’s side, visiting war orphan nurseries and orphanages and finding families for one and all. They probably thought Azkaban had been a leisurely vacation compared to all that.

The roar of the wyvern brought his attention back to Malfoy. The blond had finished scratching its eye-ridges and was moving on, and the daft thing was crying for him. Charlie grinned as Draco looked around and then sneaked a handful of what looked like fresh alfalfa to the healing beast and then went on to feed the dragon yearlings.

After the nightly feedings, the dinner bell chimed over their makeshift reserve and Charlie found himself staring at Malfoy’s hands across the table. He noticed bloody knuckles on both of them and looked around, trying to see who’d attacked Malfoy. Again. He shoved his chair back and stood up, and the whole mess went silent.

“You lot know better than attack one of our own.” Charlie didn’t have to raise his voice, it carried in the silence. “Draco Malfoy has been here, uncomplaining, and yet you twittering idiots won’t leave him be. Well, he’s on my crew!” Charlie caught the eyes of every crew leader and they nodded. “You touch him and we,” he jerked his thumb up and at his chest, “the Firebrands, will teach you how to act like real dragonkeepers!” The tent stayed silent as Charlie grabbed his food and beckoned Draco to do the same and follow him out.

Once the tent flap fell behind them, the shouting and muttering broke out. All accept from the Firebrands, Charlie’s handpicked crew of dragonkeepers and -tamers. They’d known what was coming. Having settled their difference with Charlie by Muggle means, they knew just how serious he was about Malfoy’s wellbeing.

“I know you won’t tell me which one did it, but I expect you gave as good as you got, eh?” Charlie asked after they found a tree trunk and sat down. Malfoy chewed thoughtfully and nodded.

“Did you use the moves I showed you?” Charlie’s voice was low and Malfoy shivered, but still chewed in silence. Then, he nodded.

“Did it work as well as I’d said?” Malfoy nodded again and then moved closer, setting his plate on the other side of the log.

“How long are you going to give me the silent treatment, Draco?” Charlie asked softly. He put his plate aside as well and put his arm around Malfoy’s shoulder.

Malfoy’s hand worked its way under Charlie’s shirt and down the back of his trousers to curl over his left buttock. He squeezed twice and wriggled his fingers along the crack of Charlie’s arse, making the man bite his lip to keep from giving a pleased groan.

“You’re going to make me work for your voice tonight, aren’t you, little dragon?” Malfoy’s fingers dug deeper, until his index finger was tapping against Charlie’s arsehole.

“Let’s take this somewhere more…” Charlie paused and then leaned close enough that his breath fluttered the hair over Malfoy’s ear, “…somewhere more conducive to me getting that fist up my arse and my cock up yours.”

“Oh!” Malfoy’s hand was out and he was up, dragging Charlie behind him until they made it to the Firebrands’ campsite, and Charlie’s much-patched, better-inside-than-appearances-would-lead-one-to-believe tent. The flap parted for them and Malfoy drew his wand and Warded it every which way from Sunday and then threw his wand toward a corner, his hands going up and stripping away everything but the Ministry collar he had to wear.

Charlie grinned and undressed more slowly, showing off his wyvern tattoo and the piercing in his left nipple. Draco’s eyes focused on the piercing and he darted forward to lap at it, his hands smoothing down Charlie’s back and buttocks and then those long egs to rid him of his dragonhide trousers. One hand went to Charlie’s filling cock and the other resumed playing in the crack of the redhead’s arse.

“Mm…yeah, I like that,” Charlie rumbled into Draco’s hair. His hands were busy, too, molding and pinching Draco’s arse, his own larger ones pulling the blond’s buttocks apart, crowding his fingers into the space, fluttering them and kneading those globes, trying to make Malfoy speak.

One of Malfoy’s fingers worked into Charlie’s arsehole and he widened his stance even as he tried to steer Draco back toward the pallet they shared. Another finger twisted its way inside and Charlie was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the fact that Draco’s delicate, finely-boned hand was going to be inside him, wearing him like a glove, and making him see more stars than there were in the heavens.

“Do you like that, Weasley?” Draco finally asked. His fingers, fore and aft, never stopped playing Charlie’s body like a violin. “I could use some lube, but you don’t seem prepared to help me.” Draco bent his head and sucked Charlie’s nipple ring into his mouth, sharp, straight teeth worrying the pierced nub to a throbbing point.

“Now you talk,” Charlie groused softly. He reached up and stroked his dragon’s-fang earring and suddenly there was a slick feeling inside both of them. Malfoy’s gasp was music to the redhead’s ears and he slipped two of his own fingers inside Draco’s tight channel.

“Seems we’re connected, Draco.”

“Fine, fine…we can use the bed,” Draco muttered around a mouthful of Charlie’s chest. He pulled his fingers from Charlie’s arse, but clamped his own around the man’s fingers when Charlie tried to pull them from his own. “No, you leave those right there, Weasley. I want to know where you are.” They somehow made it to the bed, Draco kneeling down and Charlie following because of the hold the blond’s arse had on his fingers.

“Demanding, pushy bottom, aren’t you?” Charlie laughed as he worked another finger into Draco, searching for and then finding that bundle of nerves that made Malfoy blush from head to toe and everywhere in-between.

“Oh, yes…only…only for big, strong…really strong…men…” Draco gasped out, falling onto hands as well as knees.

“I thought…I was going to wear you…like a puppet tonight?” Draco asked breathlessly.

“You will.”

Charlie leaned over Malfoy’s body, compressing him, trapping the blond’s throbbing cock under his body. Charlie’s fingers twisted and flexed and flirted with Malfoy’s prostate until he was whimpering under Charlie. Then, he pulled back and rammed his thick cock home, his hands on Malfoy’s hips.

“Should I move, little dragon? Should I give you what you want now or do you want to feel me clenching around that hand of yours, an extension of your body?” Charlie’s voice dropped to a sensuous purr.

“Ah, Merlin, I love it when you talk Snape!” Malfoy moaned and tried to move, tried to get Charlie to move, to do anything. “Please, please, whatever you want!” he begged.

Charlie withdrew until the head of his cock was held by Draco’s clenching muscles and then pounded into him, over and over, for five minutes. He pulled out and fell next to Malfoy. “If you can get your dainty fist up my arse while I fuck you, little dragon, you can have whatever you want,” Charlie drawled.

Sprawled wantonly, his empurpled cock gleaming with lube, Charlie looked like every fantasy Draco had ever had and some he hadn’t known about. He glanced over from his curled position and pulled his hands from the covers with a wince; he loved being pounding into the floor, especially the way Charlie did it. Who would have thunk it? he mused.

“Weasley, you should never…ever…issue a challenge like that to a Slytherin,” he huffed as he straightened out and crawled on top of Charlie. He smirked, leaned down to steal a heated kiss and then turned and impaled himself on Charlie’s cock once more, his lover’s blistering gaze heating his back. “I’ll wear you, you’ll fuck me blind. All’s well that ends well.”

Charlie laughed, bouncing Draco up and down; he wriggled in ecstasy as that big, thick prick reamed him, hitting his prostate with every other muscle contraction. Draco bent forward, riding Charlie’s cock like a winning jockey and then he began working his right hand into his lover’s fine arse, one finger at a time.

He reached his other hand back and Charlie wove their fingers together. Charlie’s thighs tensed and he pushed his cock up Draco’s arse, helping the blond get four fingers in by hanging in the air for a count of ten. Finally, only Malfoy’s thumb was outside, tapping impatiently on Charlie’s perineum.

“Up and hold, Weasley!” Draco ordered. Charlie obeyed and Malfoy pulled his hand out partially and folded his thumb under. He worked his digits past quivering muscles, marveling at Charlie’s control even as his own eyes fluttered at the power of making a fist inside a man. He worked his arse muscles around Charlie’s cock in time with the redhead’s fluttering channel, the dual sensations almost pushing him over the edge even as Charlie stayed in a plank position.

Draco curled his fingers and clenched his arse around Charlie’s cock. “Steady, Weasley, steady.” Charlie’s thighs were trembling with effort, making Draco proud. “Slowly, Head Boy, slowly set us down,” Malfoy whispered.

They made an erotic puzzle: Charlie laid out like a feast and holding Draco’s hand romantically even as their arses were filled and reamed and connected….

“I’m going to tune your insides, Charlie,” Draco murmured as Charlie worked a finger up his arse, filling him even more.

“Are you trying to throw me off, Weasley?” Draco asked, turning his head awkwardly over his shoulder.

“Oh, no, lover. I just like…Nguh!” Charlie’s mouth opened in a keening cry as Draco’s fist turned gently inside him, stroking nerve-endings to fiery life.

“You like to give me as good as I’m giving, right?” Draco asked as another finger was added to the cock up his arse. He concentrated on pressing around the lovely combination even as he was petting Charlie’s soul with his fist.

They stopped talking then. Sighs and grunts let the other know when it was good, cries of more, yes, brilliant when it was better. Finally, Draco’s legs began to tremble and his fist bumped Charlie’s pleasure point hard. Charlie came with a shout, filling Draco’s arse with hot come that dripped past the man’s cock and fingers to run down his groin and onto Draco’s forearm.

“That’s it, dragontamer, one more, one more,” Draco chanted, his closed fingers knocking on Charlie’s prostate, milking him dry. The man’s arse finally seized around Draco’s hand and he shouted at the pressure, coming against his own stomach and across Charlie’s thigh.

“I saw stars, brat,” Charlie muttered tiredly. He gently worked his fingers and cock out of Draco as the blond was carefully extricating his hand. Charlie’s big hands ran over Draco’s back, mixing come and sweat and making him moan as tense muscles were massaged. “Fucking fantastic as ever.”

Once Draco’s hand was out of Charlie’s arse, he flopped over onto Charlie’s chest, the crack of his arse coming to rest over the redhead’s spent prick. “Told you not to challenge me…” he sighed. A cleansing spell whispered over them.

Charlie’s arms came around Draco in a gentle embrace. “Can’t wait for that damned collar to come off,” Charlie complained. “Makes leaving a love-bite a job for someone with good dental spells.”

Draco laughed tiredly and rolled off to the side. “C’mon, you great ginger, you.” Draco carefully stood up. “I need a shower, which you could do with as well, and then I might tell you about the great dust-up of the wyvern and the Norwegian Ridgeback.” He turned and saw Charlie smiling up as him, a satiated look on the man’s face. Draco held out his hand and was pleased, just like the first time, when Charlie took it in his big one.

“All right, little dragon, we’ll clean up. But later on for the stories. I want to rest up for some morning sex.” Charlie jumped up, disgustingly robust even after being Draco’s sex puppet. “It seems my lover is a voracious wyvern and he deserves a lot of attention and loving care,” he teased.

Draco blushed, his ears burning. He huffed out a laugh. “I can wear you on my arm, with your great big cock up my arse, and yet, all it takes to make me blush is a compliment.”

Charlie wrapped him in his arms and leaned down for a kiss. “That’s because it’s harder to accept, little dragon.” His lips closed over Draco’s and then he sucked the blond’s soul from between his lips, swallowed it whole, and passed it back with a sigh and a thorough tooth-counting.

“So, shower, bed, and a morning’s rogering. How’s that for a plan?”

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