gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-09 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: d/s, kink: public sex, remus/draco |
lmom day nine
Title: Go Home With Me?
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Draco, mention of Draco/others
Wordcount: 1291
Kink(s): hints to bondage, hints to rough sex, sex in public
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Remus gets a job working for Seamus at a bar. He becomes interested in one of the customers.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/draco - in which draco is his normal fanon-cliche of an attractive but slutty young slytherin - and remus gets possessive and they proceed to have rough, mark-making sex so draco understands that remus is all he needs". when i was on the bus writing this this morning, all i could remember was the draco learns he needs remus part, sorry hp.
It was odd how getting a job got easier as he got older. It wasn't so much that the stigma of being a werewolf had gone away, though Hermione was working on it. In part it was due to being out. He was no longer a lazy bum that didn't show up for some of his shifts, he was a man with a serious medical condition.
Largely though, it was due to having friends during a time of growth. Many former students were starting businesses and were looking for a handful of employers. He'd gotten five offers for work, before settling in with Seamus. He needed a second bartender at his popular new bar, Hook. Remus' required duties were pouring liquids and handling money, as well as talking up drunk customers for tips. Seamus, a true equal opportunist, hired Gregory Goyle to be bouncer, a decision which has raised some eyebrows. Even now, Aurors came for drinks at Hook on Dean's insistence as leader of squad Hippogriff, to make sure the man didn't turn and hex Seamus.
Besides the Aurors, most others were also regular customers, coming to drink and dance three or four nights a week. But only one man was in every single evening without fail. Draco Malfoy had patronage that beat out Seamus himself, who'd taken a few days off on occasion.
For a long time Remus'd thought the beautiful man was a whore. Remus watched with concern as each night someone approached him, pressing their body close to his under the whirling lights and fog in the air. Man or woman, they'd talk for a few minutes then they would leave together.
Draco was by no means the only one who followed those same steps. Seamus, again with openmindedness, never tried to kick the prostitutes out of his bar. More then that, he welcomed them; as long as they paid cover, much to the chagrin of the Aurors. Remus, unsure about why he was interested in the lithe blonde, but nonetheless able to recognise his curiosity for what it was, couldn't help but hope he wouldn't change his policy any time soon.
As much as he was ashamed to admit it, Remus felt a surge of lust every time he looked at Draco. Thin, blond, and angry, at times he seemed like a perfect combination of his old friends, a trait chosen from each. Remus had come to terms with his interests much around the same time that those he was interested in got girlfriends, and still sometimes wondered what it would have been like to shag one of them.
Not ready to approach him yet, he subtly inquired as to Draco's price range with some of his past customers. And that's when Remus found out he wasn't a whore, just a slag. Somehow that was worse. It turned his fleeting lust and interest in the field to raging curiosity about how Draco could want such a thing. Far from just wanting to bed Draco once, he now wanted to know what Malfoy wasn't getting from one night's pleasures that he had to go out the next night to keep searching.
He began trying to notice how he was when he came in that night. He'd get Goyle to shoot off a few blue sparks when the blond came in, and Fleur, who got paid a small fee to dance through out the night would get close enough to judge his mood. She wasn't a seer, but had learned in her many years of attracting swarms of men how to tell how a man felt.
Some nights he would be happier then others, and at first Remus saw no patterns. Then Greg, slow on the uptake but wanting to help, and aware that Remus had an fascination for his school mate informed him sometimes he came in with concealing spells. Most bar owners made the person take them off, but Hook was different. As long as Greg noted who it was to watch for trouble, they could keep it on. Remus didn't exactly feel unsafe around those with something concealed, when at least half a dozen Aurors were in the bar each night.
Remus suggested to Greg the nights he used spells, Greg shoot purple sparks instead of blue. That was when the information coalesced, every time Draco was happy he was using a spell to hide part of himself. Most of the next month Remus just catalogued, but then it came to be the night before the moon. He informed Seamus he needed to take bar alone for a minute. Seamus raised his eyebrows but put up a small see next tender :D sign and Remus was free to walk across the bar to Draco.
"You have to stop doing this." The first words he'd spoken to Draco in ten years sounded preachy, but his tone was hardly godly.
"I'm not a prostitute, Lupin, and even if I was I can name three currently in this bar, so Finnegan should have no reason to single me out."
"I know that Draco, but you take home so many people. Every night, someone goes home, and I've worked here a year."
"I'm a youth, I like sex." Draco said condescendingly slowly, as though Remus was a moron.
Working from a notion, Remus replied "But it's not that, it's this."
With his years of working with the Order, it was easy to think of a revealing spell strong enough to counter Draco's concealment. Draco's mouth turned into an O of surprise, and it was all Remus could do to not lean forward and kiss the expression off his face.
Eyeing Draco carefully, the marks he found- for Remus had been sure he would find something- were on the man's wrists. They were the purple of bruises several days old. "You don't heal them. You could, but you don't want to. You'd rather keep them, and hide them then lose them."
Draco looked scared before pulling on a facade of anger. "So? What does it matter to you?"
Remus smiled. "It matters because you fuck so many men and women because you haven't found what you want. But now you have."
Sure it was presumptuous of him, but when he snogged Draco in the middle of the dance floor, Draco didn't flinch away. It gave Remus the courage to reach down and take Draco's wrists in hand, squeezing his fingers hard down on the bruises. Draco inhaled deeply, Remus could feel it against his pursed lips. He spasmed, thrusting his cock against Remus' thigh and then sagged.
Remus muttered a cleaning spell before pulling away. He wasn't yet sure of Draco's other kinks, and if humiliation wasn't one of them, Draco wouldn't want the other patrons to see his sodden trousers.
"Is that enough of a start to prove you want to go home with me?" Remus spoke with confidence, but inside he was nervous. If Draco continued to whore around at Hook, he wasn't sure how much longer he could work. He couldn't continue to watch such a gorgeous young man waste his life on unsatisfying sex.
"Let's go." Draco said without pause.
"Actually, I have to finish my shift. I'll be done in two hours, on a normal night you only leave half an hour before I do. It's not that much of a wait."
With one more quick press on Draco's bruises, Remus walked back to the bar. On his way, Fleur winked at him and Goyle sent up a stream of gold sparks from the doorway. Draco followed him to the cash register, not saying a word. For the first time that Remus had ever witnessed, Draco sat on a bar stool instead of dancing.