sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-10-06 00:12:00 |
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Fic: Made to Be Broken - (Harry/Draco) NC-17
Title: Made to Be Broken
Author: sassy_cissa
Word Count: 665
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Written for slythindor100's Double Entendre Fun – Friday edition. I was given the prompt: “You never could stick to the rules, could you?”
Warning: blow job with a side of fluff
Disclaimer: If I owned 'em…they'd be a couple and book six would not exist
Summary: Draco interprets his boss’ rules to suit himself
Beta: My darling alisanne *smooches*
Harry crouched down next to the hydrangea bush, a Quick Quotes Quill furiously scribbling as he dictated notes. He was on a stake-out for the Ministry with his partner and boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Correction, he would be on a stake-out with Draco if the wanker had decided to show up. Harry looked at the misty fog rolling across the grass and assumed his boyfriend was too much of a ponce to be out in the damp weather.
They were supposed to be watching a deserted house on Gassiot Way, near Royston Park. There had been rumours that a small group of wanna-be Death Eaters were holding meetings there. Kingsley had been quite specific in his directions that they were to watch and take notes of anyone entering or leaving the premises. Kingsley also demanded a log, in fifteen minute increments, detailing any movement inside the house.
Harry was livid that Draco chose this assignment to skive-off and leave him to do the dirty work on such a miserable night. He was feeling quite sorry for himself, when he detected some movement behind him.
Standing and turning quickly, he called out, in a hushed tone, “Draco? Is that you? This is no time for games.” His words were met by a deafening silence. The fog was rolling around his feet and ankles, and a shiver ran down his spine. Suddenly, he felt the brush of lips against his as an arm circled his waist and pulled him against a warm, invisible body.
“Draco?” Harry asked again, pulling back from the kiss.
Harry felt the press of a finger against his lips. When the finger traced his mouth, he moaned softly and slid his tongue out to lick the unseen digit. “I know it’s you, Draco. I can recognize every finger, every part of your body, even if I can’t see you,” Harry whispered, stepping back. “Now come on, we have a job to do. Kingsley will have our hides for handbags if we blow this stake-out.”
“Do you recognize this?” Draco whispered, reaching out and taking hold of Harry’s hips, jerking Harry’s body flush against his own, perfectly aligning their cocks together. Harry instinctively pressed his hips upward, creating the most delightful friction.
Harry moaned softly, right before pushing Draco back. “We can’t, the assignment.”
“Sure we can,” Draco whispered. He knelt down and moved his face close to nuzzle against Harry’s prick. He covered the obvious bulge with his mouth and exhaled warm air against the fabric, chuckling when Harry’s knees threatened to collapse under him.
Draco leaned back slightly, unbuttoned Harry’s trousers and lowered the zip. Harry watched in awe as unseen fingers magically removed his prick from the confines of his boxers. Harry’s head rolled back and his eyes closed as he was swallowed to the hilt by the invisible mouth.
He forced himself to look down, nearly coming at the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing as Draco sucked him off. Harry’s hips began to thrust, involuntarily, speeding things up just a bit. When Draco allowed his teeth to gently scrap up the underside of his prick, he stiffened momentarily and howled as he pulsed his release into Draco’s mouth.
Draco continued to gently suck and lick him until Harry was soft in his mouth. Harry tucked himself back into his trousers, closing the zip and buttoning them back up, before he fumbled in front of him until he felt Draco’s arms, pulling him up to stand and leaning in for a kiss. As the kiss ended, Draco tapped his wand on the top of his head and whispered the spell to remove the Disillusionment Charm he had placed on himself.
"You never could stick to the rules, could you, Draco?" Harry said.
A smirk played at the corners of Draco’s mouth. “I thought you knew, Harry. Rules were made to be broken, or at least left open to personal interpretation. After all, Kingsley did tell us not to be seen tonight.”
For next Friday I tag lire_casander with the prompt "It's all in the wrist movement."