Title: Fringe Benefits
Author: kinky_kneazle
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Gabrielle/Percy
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Essayeurs
Other Warnings: Double Penetration
Word Count: 2,863
Summary/Description: Madame paid well for the privilege of having the Malfoy heir as a client in her brothel, but Draco's job was not usually so enjoyable.
Author's Notes: I'm sneaking this in just on time, and (I’m sorry) didn't have time to get it beta'd. Percy was being too shy to get going. Please let me know if I've missed something!


Draco leant against the bar, glancing into the mirror behind the bottles to make sure he looked as he should. Yes, with his hair tied back, the Malfoy sneer on his face and a glass of something that looked like whiskey in his glass, he looked every inch the sort of aristocratic brat that would frequent Le Chat Rouge. He took a sip from the glass and carefully hid his grimace; yes, it looked like whiskey, but he'd always thought the non-alcoholic drink tasted rather like rat's piss. Madame Sorcière insisted it kept her men happy; Draco had a suspicion that it kept them pliant.

It was still early, but the night was busy. Thursdays were always busy. Draco had a theory that good men with large families could excuse a late Thursday, with an apology to the wife that they had to work late, but would definitely be at dinner tomorrow and yes, dinner with the in-laws on Saturday was in the diary. He took another sip of the rat's piss and watched Rochelle walk through the room, an overweight Monsieur blushing as he followed her to a room. Gabrielle slid into the seat beside him and he turned with a smile.

"Bon soir, ma chère," he murmured as he looked her up and down. Yes, when Gabrielle Delacour sat next to him in an emerald corset and suspenders, he definitely saw the benefits in his job.

"Bon soir, Monsieur," she said with a purr, keeping to the roles they played here in this room. Her finger trailed down his cheek and gently traced his lip. Merlin, if someone had told him that this was a job option when he was eleven he never would have bothered with Hogwarts. It didn't pay that well, but it certainly had fringe benefits.

She stepped into the space between his legs, whispering what other men in the room were sure to think was a lewd suggestion in his ear. "There is a man in the left corner by the fire who reminds me of someone. Do you know him? He is English."

His eyes flicked to the corner she'd indicated and he saw a redhead standing looking nervous. "I believe he is a brother-in-law of yours, Gabrielle, dear."

"Merde," she cursed. "I do not remember him from the wedding."

"No. Percy was estranged from his family at the time. I heard they reconciled at the final battle."

"And now he is in a brothel in France staring at me."

"He is not staring at you, mon ange. He is rather studiously not looking at anyone."

It was true. Weasley was standing in the corner, looking around at the decor, the fire, the vase of roses by the scarlet armchair, but he was not looking at a single one of the ladies who were in the room specifically to tempt him. He was exactly the sort of man that Draco was here for. Draco let his hand move to the small of Gabrielle's back and trace the curve of her arse. He looked across at Weasley and when the redhead met his eyes he smirked.

"Merlin," he said, leaning forward to nip at Gabrielle's neck. "With the way he's blushing anyone would think he's a virgin."

The low, throaty chuckle that was Gabrielle's true laugh escaped. In this room he usually heard the false, high giggle and he didn't understand why. Gabrielle's true laugh sounded like pure sex, and every man in the room was now looking at them. Even Weasley was finally looking, and Draco sent him a sneer that had the man blushing and looking away. There was a discreet cough from behind him and he turned to look at the barkeep, Michel.

"The boss lady is watching, Malfoy. If she sees you scare off another paying client with that sneer you'll find yourself out of a job."

Draco frowned. Madame paid well for the privilege of having the Malfoy heir as a client in her brothel, even if he was exiled from the British Isles. He kissed and flirted and made the real clients feel comfortable and for that he was given room and board and enough money to pay for his apprenticeship. Everything else went back to his mother. And all he had to do was drink rat's piss and kiss beautiful women. After a day in a potion's lab this was really the only job he could handle doing. He could not lose this job.

He had scared a number of people off, though. "Come on, Gabrielle. We should make Mr Weasley feel comfortable here." He took a glass of whiskey for Percy and the rat's piss for himself and made his way to the corner where the Weasley prefect was still hiding.

Percy kept his eyes on Draco as they approached, and Draco swallowed a laugh as he realised the man was avoiding looking at Gabrielle's milky white assets. "You're allowed to look, Weasley," he said as they approached. "In fact, it's encouraged."

Percy blushed but managed a flustered, "Good evening, Malfoy." He turned to look at Gabrielle, still carefully keeping his eyes above her neck. "Ma'am."

The tinkling laugh left her mouth, the sound like bells echoing through the room. "It is mademoiselle, monsieur." She took a step closer, her hand resting on his arm as she leant close to whisper, "But you can call me Gabby."

Draco did not know how the man's face got redder, but it did, and Draco was afraid he'd combust. He sat in one of the comfortable armchairs and pulled Gabrielle down into his lap, giving Percy room to breathe. "Take a load off, Weasley, and have a drink. Tell me what brings you to France."

It turned out that Percy was on a mission for the Ministry and had been told about the place by one of the men he was negotiating with.

"He told me it was a place I could relax," Percy said and Draco laughed.

"Yes. Le Chat Rouge is very good at making men feel relaxed." He gave Gabrielle a squeeze and she playfully slapped his arm. It was a practiced routine and was almost reaching its culmination.

"Perhaps you will allow me to ease your troubles, Percy," Gabrielle said in a voice that sent a shiver down Draco's spine and he was usedto it. There was a reason Gabrielle was the most popular girl in the place, and it had everything to do with her Veela heritage. Percy gulped as he finally gave into temptation and looked at all the creamy skin that Gabrielle had on display.

"But, you – Malfoy-" Percy drained his whiskey as Draco watched.

"What the lady wants, Weasley, this lady gets. Go, have fun. I will see if Rochelle will keep me company tonight." He took a sip of his rat's piss.

"You could join us," Percy said and Malfoy breathed in too quickly and started coughing. Rat's piss was worse in the lungs than it was in the mouth.

"I don't think-" he began when he could finally talk, but Gabrielle interrupted him.

"Two handsome men, just for me? That does sound very pleasant. You lead the way, Draco."

She gave him a pointed look in reply to his glare. What the customer wants the customer gets; it was the law in Le Chat Rouge. If Percy Weasley wanted Draco in bed with him, then that was what he'd get. As he walked up to the green room he wondered if he'd get a bonus for this.

The room was small and taken up almost entirely by a large bed, but the furnishings were comfortable and luxurious. They seemed to make Percy even more uncomfortable. Well, Draco was paid to make the clients feel comfortable, so he drew Gabrielle to him and slowly kissed her. This was something he'd done a lot, kissing Gabrielle. But her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, that was new. The hand pushing underneath the waistband of his trousers to squeeze his arse was new. He moaned softly before pulling away and turning Gabrielle to Percy.

"Don't forget our guest, ma chère."

"How could I forget?" She pulled Percy towards her and Draco settled back on the bed and watched as Gabrielle repeated her little dance. She pushed Percy's trousers down and Draco was surprised at the tight arse Weasley had. Percy let out a little squeak as his boxer's were tugged down as well.

"There's something about a man with freckles." Gabrielle was kissing across the millions of freckles on Percy's chest. "Don't you agree, Draco? It is like a map to show you which bits taste the best." The blonde knelt at Percy's feet, bringing the boxer's to the floor as she went. "And they all lead here," she said before she licked the pearl of liquid from the tip of Weasley's cock.

Weasley's head immediately fell back, a groan escaping from his throat and Draco wondered if this was the first time he'd ever done this, or at least the first time with someone who clearly knew what she was doing with her mouth. He adjusted himself in his pants, astounded that the sight of a Weasley in the throes of passion could harden his cock so much.

Weasley pushed Gabrielle away and took in a couple of deep breaths, obviously fighting for control. "I want to see you with Draco," he said. "Let me watch."

"Of course, mon cher. Anything you like."

Gabrielle turned her icy blue eyes on him and Draco fumbled for his fly, his cock desperate for release. Gabrielle laughed that throaty laugh and Draco suddenly wished it hadn't been quite so long since he'd been with a woman; for some reason, living in a brothel was not conducive to finding female - or male - companionship.

"Gabrielle," he said in what he hoped was a warning tone, but she crawled over the bed and took him in her mouth. All of him. In one swallow. "Fuck!"

He looked across at Weasley and saw he was watching Gabrielle's mouth with interest. Draco tried to focus on the expressions playing across the freckled face rather than the sensations Gabrielle was drawing from his body.

"Do you -" he started to say, then looked at Draco. "Does she enjoy that?"

"Why don't you touch her and see?" Draco thought that Gabrielle was enjoying herself; for all that circumstances had brought her here, the girl loved sex. She often curled up on Draco's bed and told him stories about all the wonderful things she'd done at work during the night.

"Touch her?" Percy asked. He seemed unsure, but stepped forward, fingers hesitantly touching her hip.

"He means my cunt, Percy," Gabrielle said, before once again turning to Draco's cock. Percy blushed, but ran his fingers along the edge of the silk panties. Draco watched Gabrielle push her hips back and Percy's eyes widened. He drew fingers out, glistening in moisture, and looked at them.

"Why not taste, Percy?"

Gabrielle groaned around his cock at that suggestion, and Draco watched in delight as Percy did just that. There was a tentative lick and then the fingers went into his mouth and Percy sucked. Draco could not help but imagine those lips sucking somewhere else and he grabbed the base of his cock, praying he wouldn't come.

For some reason Percy seemed more comfortable not talking to Gabrielle, more comfortable with her back to him, and if it wasn't for the way his cock twitched as he watched her arse continue to wriggle, Draco would have wondered if he was uninterested in women. But his eyes were on her arse, and it was her skin that he was reaching forward to touch.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Draco asked.

"Please," Gabrielle said, turning to send a pleading look at Percy. Draco saw that the eyes were no longer ice; they were all heat and fire and desperation and Merlin he wanted to sink into her.

"But, Draco -"

"We both could," Draco said quickly and was pleased at the breathy moan that escaped Gabrielle's lips. With a murmured word Gabrielle's panties disappeared and she rested her chest on Draco's thighs, her arse high in unmistakable invitation. "She's wet and waiting for you, Percy. Fuck her."

Percy climbed up behind her, looking unsure. Gabrielle reached behind her and guided the older man forward, hissing as his hips pressed forward.

"Merlin, so good, Percy," she said and the glazed look in her eyes told Draco that it was not something she was saying to please a john. He would have wondered what it was, but he'd seen the size of Weasley's cock; it would have been enough to make even him overlook the red hair and freckles.

Percy's jaw was clenched tightly and Draco began to consider what it would take to make the serious Weasley lose control. He pushed Gabrielle back so that she was sitting on Percy's lap and guided Weasley's hand to her clit.

"She likes this," he murmured and Gabrielle pulled at Percy's hair as the man took up the rhythm. Draco took hold of his cock and stroked it lazily, watching Percy's eyes follow the movement of his hand. His jaw had finally relaxed and his mouth was open, soft moans escaping into the air.

Draco crawled closer, gripping Gabrielle's hips and lifting her, helping her move up and down on his cock. Gabrielle's hand found his cock and they moved together until Percy choked out, "I'm going to-"

In one swift move Draco lifted Gabrielle from his cock and tightly gripped the base of Percy's cock, much as he'd done to himself earlier. "Not yet, Weasley. Gabrielle gets us both."

Percy nodded and Draco settled onto his back, pulling Gabrielle on top of him. She was hot and tight and he wanted to just thrust up into her until he felt oblivion. Instead he allowed her to guide Percy in beside him, the rigid flesh massaging his cock in one long stroke.

"Merlinfuck!" Percy said and Draco groaned his agreement.

"Hold still, both of you," Gabrielle said. "Let me move."

Draco wouldn't have been able to move if he wanted to. Every muscle was busy fighting off the orgasm that wanted to shoot out of him. He was determined not to embarrass himself. He snuck a hand between their bodies to the apex of Gabrielle's thighs and found Percy's hand already there, circling her clit. She was cursing softly in French and he couldn't help himself, he began to thrust, a whimper escaping him as he rubbed against Percy's cock.

"Merdemerdemerde," Gabrielle chanted as she impaled herself on their cocks. Her nails dug into Draco's chest and he felt the muscles around him contract. Percy's whispered curse was the only warning he had before he could feel the pulsing of that muscle and even as his mind tried to comprehend the amount of sensation he was feeling his balls drew up and his back arched as his seed mingled with Percy's.

"Well, fuck," he said when he finally got his breath back. Gabrielle laughed, but Percy was back to blushing now that his soft penis was curled around Draco's and still trapped inside Gabrielle.

"Both of you are wonderful," Gabrielle said. She turned and captured Percy's mouth in a long kiss. "But I must return to work."

"Who do I-?"

"I am told the French Ministry took care of your visit tonight, Monsieur. Do not think another moment on it." She tucked the panties into the robes Percy had pulled on and walked to the door. "Until next time, Draco."

Draco nodded, and watched as she walked out, knowing that by the time he was back downstairs she would be showered and in a new outfit, ready for her next conquest. He turned and reached for his own robes; it was time to get back to work.

Percy's hand stopped him as he walked to the door. "Thank you, Malfoy," he said and Draco looked at him in surprise. "I'm not… bold… like my brothers. I'm not sure I would have had the courage to go ahead with it."

"Gabrielle enjoyed herself. Remember that, Weasley."

Draco was pleased to see a smug smile crawl across Percy's face and for once he saw some worth in his profession instead of it just being something easy to do.

"Good night, Malfoy," Percy said and he gave a curt nod before walking out the door. One cleansing charm later and he was back at the bar, a fresh glass of rat's piss in his hand, thinking about doing good and how damned good it felt.

"Boss lady said to tell you there's no bonus when you bone the clients," Michel said from behind him. "Now go talk to Rochelle. She looks lonely."

Draco walked across the room to the beautiful redhead and she gave him a come hither smile. Yes, his job had many benefits, and as Gabrielle winked at him he thought that some were better than others.