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Entry tags: | fic post, havelock sweeting |
Havelock Sweeting's Masterpiece
Original poster: havelocsweeting
Title: "The Things He'll Do. (To get their man)"
Author: Havelock Sweeting- AKA...wouldn't you like to know?
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Lucius
Kink/Prompt: Prostitution/ Are you seriously going to wear that?
Rating: NC-17
Betas: You know who you are. I hope at least. Lol
Warnings: non-con, Lucius being a bastard, incest, and underwear sniffing?
Summary: Harry and Draco are partners on the Auror force. They get assigned to track down a man who has been selling magical items to the Muggle community. Dangerous magical items. They recieve a tip to catch him, but naturally everything doesn't go as planned.
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: I am not the wizard who owns these characters. The lucky person is a witch named J.K. Rowling, and entirely to clever to be me. However, she is also blind to what her subject materials get up to when they're not being the good little students in her books.
This is a bit late, as I was away from internet excess all week. I do apologize and hope I didn’t step on our wonderful mods toes by posting this now.
Harry sighed. "It's the only way isn't it?" He asked reluctantly. There had to be a better way to do this, but they'd been trying to come up with alternatives for days now-ever since they got the tip- and they had come up with nothing.
"I'm afraid so. I'll be watching from a distance, and we've got those muggle tracking things for you. Nothing will happen, you'll be fine." Draco reassured him again. "Go get ready. You had Jeff get you your wardrobe right?"
"Yes, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be in character." Harry said huffily. Honestly, no one ever trusted his fashion sense! He went back into the bathroom and took the outfit out of the bag that Jeff had handed him. He stared. And blinked...and stared again. That was the outfit Jeff had picked out? That! That wasn't clothing....it was leather and metal shaped vaguely in the shape of clothing.
He took the...shirt out and slipped it on. It was a harness, not a shirt! A harness with a big ring in the middle of it.
Along with it was a jockstrap. Made of leather. That was the biggest problem. No scratch that. The biggest problem was that there wasn't anything else with it! No trousers damn it! What was Jeff thinking?
He reluctantly got into the rest of it, then stared at himself in the mirror. No. Fuckin'. Way.
"Harry, what's taking you so long!" Draco's voice called. Harry grumbled to himself but slowly stepped out of the bathroom. The look on Draco's face as his jaw dropped didn't help either. "Are you seriously going to wear that?" he choked out.
"Well I don't have much of a choice now do I?" he snapped. "Since we've gotta get there and we don't have any other options!" He couldn't even grab his coat. Or his wand for that matter! Nothing magical could be about him because the perp had careful never to pick up any prostitutes who were magical. Besides, where would he have hid the damn thing anyway.
They were heading to muggle London. A wizard of some talent has been for some time selling dangerous wizarding artifacts to muggles. In particular muggle terrorists.
They'd been working on this case for weeks with no leads until someone mentioned that he has a habit of picking up prostitutes. They were always thin, short, brunettes. And they were always male. Harry had known before anyone had a chance to look at him where they were going with this. He'd tried to protest but...well here he was. Dressed like a prostitute and headed for the streets.
He was so going to kill Jeff when this was over.
-POV CHANGE-
Draco tried his best not to be distracted by the vision in the car seat next to him. They were driving a muggle car so that not even the magic from floo powder or apparition would be on Harry and jeopardise the mission. It was harder than he'd anticipated. It was amazing how difficult a boner made driving. He'd laughed when he first saw him, and made jokes but really it was to cover his embarrassment. The sight of Harry like that had done things that Draco had not anticipated. He'd been panting after Harry for some time now-how could he not? But after they became partners he hadn't pursued anything. Too many good partnerships were broken up by the pair having a relationship then breaking up. He was too professional to do such a thing and that was that. Or so he had thought. Now, sitting in a tiny car with Mr. Sex on two legs his reasoning for not going after him was no longer quite so clear.
Finally they were there. Draco stopped a little ways outside the neighborhood. "Here we are." he said. "You'll have to go on your own from here, remember we've got people watching you." He watched as Harry got out of the car then went to park, keeping Harry in sight just the same. He got out of the car then went to the little diner in sight of where Harry would be standing, waiting.
He ordered a coffee then sat at a table where he could see out the window. Then he waited....and waited. Harry had several people approach him, but they walked away when the price Harry mentioned was to high. Harry could tell at a glance if a person was a wizard, and that's what they were counting on when their perp came 'round.
-POV CHANGE-
Harry stood leaning against a streetlamp freezing his fricken balls off. He'd had several offers, and if their man didn't come soon he'd have to take one up on a blow job so that he didn't look suspicious. Something he really didn't want to have to do with a perfect stranger. Then he sniffed. A wizard was coming. One wearing a glamour. His man! He reaches up and tweaked his nipple, the sign Draco and him had agreed on, then called out to him. "Hey there...wanna have some fun?" The wizard smirked and approached. He didn't ask a price, which indicated that he had money. He would, selling those artifacts.
"You have a room to go to? I do not do it on the street." the man said. Harry smiled, running an hand down his arm.
"Sure do suga. Right this way." He linked arms with the man and started to walk off.
"Which hotel?" The man asked, leering at him.
"The Blue Robin." Harry said. They had actually chosen a hotel, knowing once they got him there they could move in and get him. As he walked, he asked about what the man wanted, all the time conscious of the car following him, talking to Draco and making sure they did indeed go to the hotel. When they got there the man snorted.
"No." he tugged on his arm. "Not this seedy place. We'll go to a nicer place than this." It was said with a sneer. Harry didn't know what to do. But he couldn't say no...He'd just have to hope the men noticed the change of positions and informed Draco of such. If not...well he'd deal with it.
The hotel they went to was indeed nicer than the one he had picked out himself. He looked at the wizard and said in an arch tone. "If you're going to go to someplace this upscale the money for the room's coming from your pocket." He warned as someone in keeping with his character would. The man laughed, running a tan hand down the side of his face.
"Of course darling...wouldn't dream of putting you out." he paused then smirked. "That's your job." He pulled a coat out and handed it to him. "Do put this on." he said then led him into the hotel and requested a room, the man behind the counter smiling a knowing smile.
"Your usual room?" the man asked. The wizard merely nodded and received a key.
"After you." the man said, gesturing ahead of him. Harry walked ahead, slightly nervous until he caught a glimpse of what he knew is Draco in one of the reflective elevators. He nearly let out a sigh of relief but caught himself and stepped into the elevator, the still un-named wizard following right behind.
The doors close behind him, and he hoped that Draco saw the floor number. If not though he'd still be able to track him, although it would take longer. The wizard pushed one of the floor buttons then pressed him up against the wall, lips descending on his harshly while one hand groped his crotch.
Despite himself Harry moaned. It wasn't really possible not to react. He'd been on the edge for some time...working day after day with Draco and not touching or tasting him...at least not in the way that he wanted to. Finally he heard the dinging of the elevator and the wizard stepped back with a shrug, straightening his robes. Harry followed him out the elevator door. "Which room?" he asked.
"906." he said sneering. They walked towards the room, getting to it finally. The wizard took the key out and unlocked the door, motioning him in then following. Harry heard the click of the lock, and he tensed slightly before relaxing. Draco would be here soon. He slowly shrugged the coat off and stood in front of him in his outfit. The wizard smirked. "Strip."
There was no way around it, Draco hadn't arrived yet. So he reached behind him to undo the harness and unbuckled several straps. He let it fall to the ground, then lowered his hands slowly to the thong. Still no Draco. He turned around teasingly and slowly lowered it down past his legs. Finally he could stall no longer and he started to turn around only to be hit by the Incarcerous spell. He toppled to the side, bound with ropes. Shit.
"I expect Draco shall be arriving shortly." The wizard said with a smirk, before he stepped away and out of sight.
-POV CHANGE-
Draco nearly cursed out loud when their target opted to use his own hotel room. It made things much more difficult and it hadn't been something they thought of. He'd done his best to keep up with them, relying on the tracking device when he lost sight of him. Finally they made their way to a grand hotel and Draco carefully followed them inside, keeping out of sight. He didn't dare rush to join them on the elevator however. Harry looked rather different from the way everyone still pictured him looking, but there wasn't a wizard alive who wouldn't recognize Draco's damn recognizable Malfoy hair. And not a spell alive that could hide it anymore than dye would stain it.
Damn it all anyway. He'd have to take the stares and follow the pull. He walked quickly to the staircase and tried to keep up with the tracker. He kept pace, but it was a lot of stairs. He got up to the tenth floor and stopped, turning as he found that he passed the signal. They must be on the ninth floor. Draco's in good shape, but still he was panting by the time he made it to the door the tracer had led him to. 906. He waited for a moment, listening for noise of any sort. Hearing none he tried the door, not surprised when it doesn't open. Seeing nothing for it and hoping that Harry was distracting the wizard enough that he wouldn't notice, he cast Alohomora and unlocked the door. He cautiously stepped in, wand ready. Then he jerked when he heard a whispered Expelliarmus. His wand left his hand and he lunged towards the voice, attempting to get close enough that curses would be difficult and physical ability reined supreme.
The last thing he saw was the silver head of a snake crashing against the side of his head.
He came to slowly, and as his eyes opened they met the open ones of Harry. They were both lying on the bed. "Wha?" he said hoarsely, then jerked, remembering.
A familiar voice sounded from above. "Ah you're awake. Good. No...don't bother moving. You shan't be able to." Draco tried to get up only to find himself incapable of doing so. He was unable to even turn his head to look at his father's face.
"Don't you think it's a little beneath you to have dealings with Muggles?" That was from Harry, who looked pissed. And equally incapable of movement.
"Muggles? I have nothing to do with Muggles, why would you th...Ah...so you thought you were tracking down the man selling all those artifacts didn't you? So sorry to disappoint...I happened to be in the area, and I recognized you Harry. I could hardly pass the opportunity up now could I?" Lucius said with a sneer.
"Like you'd admit it anyway." Draco shot back. "To having dealings with Muggles?"
"Ahh but I don't. I was merely looking for a place to pick up a boy without the unwanted publicity that would go with such an action should I choose to do such a thing in the Wizarding world.." He still had that sneering aristocratic tone that Draco could do so well in his words. No wonder it annoyed people so much. "However I do know who it is your looking for. Wouldn't he be interested in hearing about you two. Especially you Harry... You're just what he likes. But I'm sure you know that."
Harry scowled. "Fuck you." he snarled.
Lucius smirked. "Hmm...I have...other plans. And a proposition for the two of you." he said, sounding insufferably smug.
Draco was instantly suspicious. He doubted very much whatever this preposition was that they'd like it. "...What...." he asked slowly.
"I will let you out of here alive, I'll give you the name of the wizard you're looking for and where he lives." Lucius offered.
"And in return you want..." Draco asked. He knew his father well enough to know that there was no way Lucius would offer all that for nothing.
"Oh nothing much..." Lucius said with a smirk. "You and Harry are going to have sex. And I am going to direct it."
Draco's jaw dropped. "You're my father!" he said astonished.
"Why so I am. I'm so grateful I sent you to that stupid mud-blood loving school so they could teach you that." he sneered.
Harry glared. "That's fuckin' sick you bastard."
Lucius merely looked down at him mildly. "Such language. Do we have a deal? I could kill you now with no consequences."
Harry and Draco looked at each other for a long moment. Did Draco want to fuck Harry? Hell yes. Did he want to fuck him with his father calling the shots? Umm...no. Ew. Harry mouthed a yes to him. And Draco sighed. Not like they really had a choice now was it?
"Deal." Harry said with a sigh.
"I thought so.. There's three of us here. Enough for an Unbreakable Vow." Lucius said smoothly.
"Wait-what?" Draco asked startled. "That wasn't part of the deal."
"It most certainly is. Really Draco, you're in no position to bargain here." Lucius said. "Surely you realize that."
He scowled. "Fine, tell us the terms first."
Lucius smirked. "You will be the one speaking the oath- otherwise I'm sure you'd find way to get out of things, Draco. Harry will be giving the oath, and I shall be the binder. I've written up the terms while waiting for you to awaken Draco. Here, you two can take a look." He waved his wand and suddenly Draco found that he could move.
Do you Draco swear to do whatever Lucius orders for as long as we are in this room.
Do you Draco swear to attempt whatever sexual task Lucius orders no matter how distasteful.
Do you Draco swear to tell no one of the events that occur in this room unless Lucius tells you that you may.
"I'm sure you both agree yes? If not, I have a couple of Avada Kedavra's I've just been dying to practice." Draco reluctantly nodded, and saw Harry do the same. "Good. We can begin now.. Harry?"
They joined hands, and Lucius placed his wand on their joined hands. A few minutes later it was done.
"Now that that's been dealt with...the real fun can begin. Draco. You're overdressed. Strip." Lucius said, settling into a chair.
Draco made a face but did as he was told, removing his Muggle clothing. "Now kiss Harry." Lucius said, smirking at him. Draco gritted his teeth then leaned down close to him.
"Sorry about this." he whispered to him.
"Not your fault." Harry whispered back as he pressed his lips to his. He pulled back after that, despite the spark of electricity that jolted through him with the kiss.
Just fuckin' great.
-POV CHANGE-
It took all of Harry's willpower not to just pull Draco back down for another kiss. But he didn't want Lucius to know he wanted this. And he doesn't really. Not like this. In all his fantasies, this was never how it happened. It wasn't fucking fair! He heard Lucius in the background, ordering Draco to use his tongue. Harry opened his mouth underneath him, feeling the first feel of wet tongue against his. It was better than he had imagined. Somehow though, Draco tasted exactly how he had expected him to taste. Warm sugar and vanilla with an undertone of...Draco. He moaned into the kiss.
"Me thinks Harry is enjoying this Draco. Isn't that sweet..." Lucius trailed off, and Harry blushed scarlet. "Look he's all hard...wait! So are you! You two couldn't possibly be enjoying this could you? Getting off on Draco's father forcing you to have sex together? Such sluts."
Harry tried to block him out, and just concentrate on the vision above him. On Draco. "Suck him off Draco." There was Lucius' voice again, but Harry could hardly object to what he wanted Draco to do to him. Draco slowly moved down his body. Harry sucked in a breath as he feltthe first warm breath before Draco's wet mouth descended on his throbbing cock.
"Oh God." he breathed out, unable to help himself. His hands moved down to thread themselves in Draco's fine hair, almost without his control. It just felt so good...so right! It was almost enough to allow him to ignore Lucius' chuckle.
"Harry...keep your hands to yourself." Lucius said. "No touching my son." He sneered. "Draco...fuck him." Harry and Draco both looked startled. And Draco looked around.
"Where's the lubricant?" he asked.
"What lubricant? You'll have to do without." Lucius said, sounding amused. "This isn't for yours or Harry's enjoyment. You will fuck him dry."
Draco had no choice but to obey, Harry knew that, but this really wasn't going to be fun. He hadn't been fucked in oh...eons. A few years at least. Draco whispered apologies, and stuck one dry finger into his arse. "No stretching either. The blood will loosen him up soon enough I'm certain."
Harry tried to relax, and bit his lip. This wasn't going to be fun, and whatever he could do to help it along he would do. Draco's face was above him, looking pained and apologetic. He mouthed the word sorry to him, then nudged his cock at Harry's tight entrance. Harry took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Pure agony ripped through him. It felt like he was being torn in too, and a piercing yell tore itself from his throat despite Harry's attempts to keep himself from doing so.
Harry could see Draco wince, and see the tears he fought not to shed. He could hear his quiet whisper over and over..."sorry, so sorry." He wished he could reassure his partner that he understood. That Draco had no choice, but he wasn't coherent enough to do so.
-POV Change-
Lucius watched from the chair he was sitting in. His cock was throbbing, but he wasn't about to rub himself off here like some common peasant. Instead he did his best to ignore it while watching the two boys. Really, it wasn't just for his own pleasure that he was forcing them to do this. He'd noticed the looks that had passed between the two-even if they hadn't. He wasn't about to let anything develop of it. His son was a Malfoy, and there was no way he'd be mixing with a half-blood. Besides, he had his duty as the heir to provide a son to carry on the Malfoy name. He'd done it hadn't he? With Narcissa, as distasteful as that may have been, he'd bared down and married her, had Draco...and he'd be damned if he was going to let Draco end the line he'd suffered so to continue.
So really the fact that Harry looked so pretty when he cried and made those pain-filled noises had nothing to do with it. Neither did this forbidden act of forcing his son to rape someone. It wasn't his fault that the very sight was so arousing. Anyone would be. His prick gave a lurch as Harry screamed again. "Twist his nipples Draco. There you go.."
He watched, and he ordered, but he did not participate. He wasn't some kind of sicko, just a concerned father. Just the same, he was hard pressed not to come in his pants as he watched Draco's face as he came despite himself. It was a relief almost. They could leave and he could come himself. "You'll find Jeff Henerickson at..."
"Jeff?? Jeff Henerickson? The Jeff Henerickson who works with us? "The one who picked out my fuckin outfit?" Harry cried out outraged. "You've got to be joking."
"I assure you, I am not. That is the wizard you are looking for. He's at his house. Now leave." Lucius sneered. Draco and Harry stared at him for a moment, then Draco grabbed the wands, and clothing lying in a pile next to him, then wraped his arms around Harry. Then there is a loud popping noise from them apparating away.
Lucius smiled, staring at the spot where they had been. Was he lying? Not at all, and that just made it all the sweeter. Did Jeff know they were coming? Of course. Had he let Lucius know what to look for? Yes. He leaned down and picked up Harry's jock strap, pressing it to his nose. Life was sweet.
-POV Change-
Harry scowled at Draco. "Give me your coat." he said harshly once they landed. The were near Jeff's house, and Harry was shivering, naked, and sore. Draco blushed and handed him his coat, slipping his own pants on. They both turned to look at Jeff's house. "You really think its him?" he asked Draco.
"Yes." Draco said. "I know my father. He's a bastard, but not one to lie. Not after we fulfilled our end of..." Draco trailed off as Harry winced. "I-I'm sorry Harry."
Harry looked away from him. "Just..don't." he said, something undefinable behind his normally bright green eyes. He didn't know if he could stand it. He had been attracted to Draco for so long, and now...he just didn't know. He knew it wasn't Draco's fault. He knew that! But knowing and feeling weren't the same thing and it was still Draco's face he saw above him as the searing pain tore through him. Draco's face he saw as he cried and heard Lucius give orders that left him quaking in fear. That left him bleeding and sore and violated.
He shook his head. He couldn't think about it. He had to focus on the here and now. He didn't want to break down now. And he would if Draco insisted on talking about it.
"Let's just do this." He said. They walked towards the door of the house quietly and Draco handed Harry his wand. Harry held it at the ready as they peaked through the window.
There he was, illuminated by candle light, writing something with a quill. Harry nodded to Draco. Draco circled around the house to the back, and Harry strode through the suspiciously unwarded door. It was probably a trap, but that was what Draco was for. He opened the door, wand pointing towards where Jeff was. His surprise when the boobie trap went off was not feigned. He hadn't expected such Muggle means, although he probably should have he thought bemusedly as he hung upside down from the noose his foot had stepped in, wand dropped to the floor.
"Well well well. The little whore returned from the job didn't he." Jeff said, standing up and walking over to him. "Did you have fun with Lucius?"
Harry's eyes widened. "You knew?!" he asked shocked.
"Of course. How do you think he knew what to look for. What's wrong? A little sore? Where's your partner?" Jeff asked, his smirk rather large.
Harry was cursing Lucius ten ways to hell. They'd planned this? Damn him! But he didn't know that Draco was behind them, and Harry could buy them some time. "Do you think that I could still stand to be near him now?" he whispered harshly, wishing he could tell Draco he didn't mean it. "W-why?"
"You two were getting far to close. It was only a matter of time until you figured me out. Especially when you discovered my sex habit. Needless to say I was quite upset. Lucius happened to approach me with a solution, not that I know how he found out. I was hardly going to turn him down though, since he could have easily chosen to expose me instead. This way I had some warning." Jeff's hand reached out to caress Harry's cheek. "And really, I can understand why Lucius would want a chance at someone as 'precious' as you. Lucky me.."
-POV-
Draco winced as he heard what Harry was saying, each word like a blow. But he kept his grip on his wand and waited for the right moment. Finally he was fully distracted. "Stupefy!"
Harry looked at him from where he was hanging upside down and gave a little half-smile. "About time." Draco almost choked on his laugh.
"Well you were doing a good job of distracting him. Let's get you down." Draco cast Wingardium Leviosa on Harry so he wouldn't fall, and then untied the noose. "Let's get this piece of work back to the Ministry." Harry nodded, then he smiled at Draco.
"I-I didn't mean it you know. I don't really hate you." Harry said softly.
Draco smiled hesitantly and looked in his eyes. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was a bit soon for that. This would do for now.