sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-05-16 03:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #51 |
Challenge #51
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Tart to Tart
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut, snark
Word count: 843
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for two prompts: You get what everyone gets, for awdt, and the letter T for slythindor100.
Summary: How much sex actually takes place at Auror Training Camp? Well, if rumors are to be believed...
Draco had known that Auror training would be difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad.
"Cookies for dessert again?" he grumbled, as a gruff-looking woman handed him his lunch tray. "Can't I have treacle tart instead?"
"You get what everyone gets," the woman informed him with a scowl.
Sighing, Draco accepted his tray and turned to find a seat in the mess hall when an annoyingly familiar voice piped up from behind him.
"Do stop complaining, Malfoy. Rumor has it you're the biggest tart in the barracks."
Draco's back stiffened, and his hackles went up. "I beg your pardon?" he all but spat at his accuser.
Potter laughed softly, looking around them to be sure no one else was paying any mind. "If the stories are to be believed," he said, "you'll fall back and spread your legs for anyone."
Draco's temper was boiling, but his words were frosty as he replied, "I haven't slept with you, have I? Perhaps you're merely jealous." He knew he'd scored a point when Potter's brows drew down in a scowl. "As long as we're on the subject of rumors," continued Draco, "word is that you've done the deed with over half the people here."
"That's a lie!" Potter denied vehemently. They had been walking away from the food line as they sniped at one another and had now reached the rows of tables.
"There's only one way to settle this, Potter," Draco declared quietly. "Meet me in the training room at midnight, and we'll find out who's more of a tart."
~*~
Harry couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. He muttered angrily to himself as he made his stealthy way across the encampment to meet Malfoy. However, he had to defend his honor. How dare Malfoy accuse him of sleeping his way through the rank and file of Auror trainees? He'd only had a one-off with one of them, and the rest of the time he'd taken his needs into his own hands...literally. Perhaps he had been a bit hasty, and a tad rash, to have made such a snarky statement about Malfoy's sexual habits, but he'd been feeling somewhat vexed that the former Slytherin hadn't given him the time of day when he'd apparently been giving it to everyone else at any time of the day...if the locker room talk was to be believed. Malfoy hadn't exactly denied the accusation, unlike Harry, who had immediately risen to the challenge of defending his own honor. He'd show Malfoy that he was no one's tart!
~*~
Draco was early for his clandestine meeting with Potter, despite the fact that he had indulged in a wank first. No sense going into this without being prepared. He was still angry at Potter for accusing him of being loose with his favors, when in reality, he'd only exchanged hand jobs with two other trainees. And if he was going to shag any of them, he certainly wouldn't be the one to fall back and spread his legs, thank you very much. No, Potter had a few things to learn.
~*~
"Malfoy."
"Potter."
"Come to show me what a tart you are?"
"I've come to prove to you what a tart I'm not," seethed Draco.
"How is this game played, then?" asked Harry, feigning boredom.
"Tease, but don't touch," Draco replied. "The first one to break is the loser, and by default, the Camp Tart."
Harry mulled it over. "Fair enough," he decided. "Let the games begin."
~*~
Sweat was beading on Harry's brow. Malfoy had removed his own shirt and had one hand down his trousers, obviously fondling his bits. He was staring directly, challengingly, into Harry's eyes and making soft, sexy moaning sounds. Harry had tried to retaliate by stripping down to his boxers and moving his hips in what he thought was an enticing manner, but he had the distinct feeling that he was much more affected by Malfoy's "tease" than the blond was by his. 'Dammit, I should have wanked before this,' he thought belatedly. His cock was so hard, it was actually throbbing, and Harry was growing increasingly desperate for relief, and the only relief in sight was...Malfoy.
Harry cracked. "Fucking hell! Just fuck me already!" he demanded, falling back on the trainer's table and spreading his legs.
~*~
Draco reveled in his victory as Potter's arms, legs and hole gripped him tightly as he came. Draco thrust a few more times until his own climax hit, and he grunted in pleasure as he filled Potter with the hot spurts of his release. After catching his breath, he raised his head and smirked triumphantly. "I won."
Harry was too lethargic and sated to care. He stretched in satisfaction beneath Malfoy and sighed, "If this is what you claim as your prize, remind me to lose more often."
Cross-posted to awdt