Fic: Beneficial Arrangement
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alisanneTitle: Beneficial Arrangement
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy (Talk about a rarepair...)
Summary: Sometimes being family means having to get along, often in more ways than one.
Word Count: 1400
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Masturbation, voyeurism, almost incest.
A/N: Written forrdwind's birthday. Request: Sirius/Draco, post Hogwarts. Happy birthday, my dear!
Beta:sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Beneficial Arrangement
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Draco took deep gulps of untainted air in an attempt to catch his breath. He’d never Apparated that far, and until he’d landed he hadn’t been sure he would make it.
It was quite a contrast to the frantic battle scene that he’d just left. Spread before him now was a pristine ocean edged with white sand. There was not a soul in sight.
Draco looked down at his smoking, charred robes. In a matter of moments he was naked and dashing towards the water. He needed a bath, even if it was in salt water and soapless. There was no way he was going to allow this opportunity to pass him by.
He dived into the water and after he surfaced began scrubbing at his hair and skin, washing as much smoke and soot off as possible. When he was done, he spelled his robes clean and put them back on. Admittedly it wasn’t a proper bath, but it would do, especially under the circumstances.
He looked around, trying to pinpoint his exact location. In his panic he’d visualized where he and his parents had spent their last tropical holiday as a family, and apparently it had worked. It certainly looked like Fiji. He wondered if anyone else was here, but then dismissed that thought. Only the Black and Malfoy families knew about this location, and he was the last of those at the moment.
With a sigh, he took off in search of the cottage. If the spell on the place had held, there should be plenty of supplies there, certainly enough for him to live there for several months, if not years.
He again mentally blessed Snape for distracting both the Aurors and Death Eaters long enough to allow him to escape. In the confusion, Draco had Apparated away and he didn’t think he’d been noticed, what with Potter killing the Dark Lord.
Snape’s being a spy for the Light as well as Potter’s secret lover had been a surprise to Draco, but then so many things in his life had turned out to be a shock, that was just another of many.
He almost wept with happiness when he spotted the cottage, perched on the hill. There, more than likely, was food, a warm and clean bed, possibly even soap so that he could wash himself properly.
Now if only there was someone to share it all with...
Draco snickered. He must be feeling safe if he was actually getting horny.
He pushed open the door and he felt the wards recognize him. With a sigh, he surveyed the place. Apparently the Anti-dust Charms had continued working quite well, as the rooms appeared dust-free and well kept.
He made his way to the bathroom, and, with a wave of his wand, started up the hot water, practically salivating as the steam began coming out of the shower.
After undressing, he stepped under the spray, lathering up the soap he saw sitting there and spreading it lavishly all over himself.
Now that he was safe, his mind began to turn towards thoughts of how long it had been since he’d been with someone.
His cock, which had been too frightened to show signs of life the past few weeks, gave an interested twitch, and Draco stroked it encouragingly.
To his chagrin, what seemed to turn him on the most were thoughts of Potter and Snape together. Merlin help me, he thought as his prick rose nicely. Although they’re both pretty fit...
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” a smooth voice said from the door.
Draco shrieked and dropped his soap. “Stupe...”
“Ah, ah, ah,” the dark-haired man said, wordlessly silencing Draco. “That’s not very friendly, is it?” With a smirk, he stepped further into the bathroom. “You’re a brazen one, breaking into a private cottage to take a bath, although I will admit you’re an attractive criminal.” With a lazy wave, he allowed Draco his voice again.
“...I’m not the criminal! You’re the one who broke in here. You must have disabled the wards somehow...” Draco was practically screaming.
“Disabled the wards?” The man snorted. “Right, well, this is a good time for introductions then, I suppose,” he said mockingly. “I’m Sirius Black, last of the illustrious Black family, and owner of this cottage and the land on which it stands.”
Draco gaped. “You can’t be!” he finally said. “I mean, yeah, you look like him, but Sirius Black is dead and you’re some impostor!”
“Hmm, and which Malfoy are you?” Sirius asked.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, last Malfoy living, and this cottage and its land belongs to MY family, thus, to me, as evidenced by the wards, which recognized me automatically...”
Sirius grinned. “Well, cuz,” he said, a wicked look on his face. “I think we have a dilemma. As you can see, I’m not dead, and it looks as if the wards recognize both our claims.”
Draco shook his head. “You fell through the veil! There is no way you’re alive. You have got to be lying.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Be careful,” he said, the suggestion of a growl in his voice. “I’m no liar, young Malfoy. You’ll want to think carefully about what you say next.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he stepped back against the cool tile wall. “All I know is that everyone thinks you’re, I mean Sirius is dead. He fell through the veil. Who could survive that?”
Sirius shrugged. “I did. Not only did I survive, but I wandered about in there for a while and found a way out onto this island somehow. Anyway, I remembered spending holidays here as a child, and I decided that this was a good place to stay for a while.”
Looking down, Draco realized he was naked and his soap was dripping off, revealing his semi-erect cock. Apparently the sudden and startling appearance of attractive older men didn’t deter it....
“D’you mind?” Draco said, turning away, belatedly trying to hide his groin.
Sirius leaned against the wall, watching with admiring eyes. “Not at all. If you need help, feel free to ask.”
“I don’t,” Draco snapped. “Go away.”
“Hey, it’s my house, too,” Sirius argued reasonably. “And it’s not every day that I get to see hot men wank in my shower.”
“I am not...”
“What? Hot?” Sirius purred. “Oh dear. I think someone needs a hug.”
“I am not wanking!” Draco growled.
Sirius, apparently uncaring that his clothes would get wet, was suddenly standing next to Draco, his arms surrounding his body as he leaned in. “I watched you for a while before I came in, you know,” he whispered. “You were lathering up, but you were paying a bit too much attention to your prick. Here, let me show you what I mean...”
Draco mewled as Sirius boldly grasped his cock and began sweeping his hand up and down. “Wh...”
“Shhh!” Sirius said. “C’mon, no man minds getting a hand job. You mean to tell me that you’re getting so many offers that you can refuse this?”
“I...” Draco was unable to suppress a moan as Sirius’ thumb swept over the tip of his reawakened prick. “Fuck...”
“Perhaps later, if you’re good,” Sirius whispered, a note of promise in his voice. “Let’s do this first.”
Draco cursed himself for being weak; nonetheless, his body betrayed him by leaning willingly against Sirius as he was wanked expertly. All the while, Sirius was murmuring small, encouraging noises, telling Draco that he looked so hot, so beautiful.
With a shout, Draco came, spurting his seed against the tile wall and all over Sirius’ hand. As it swirled down the drain, Draco sagged against Sirius with a deep sigh.
“Now, don’t you feel better?” Sirius asked.
Draco blushed and nodded. He was hardly in a position to disagree given his reaction to Sirius’ attentions. Pulling away, he said, “I should finish washing...”
“Absolutely,” Sirius agreed. As Draco watched, he began shucking his soaked clothes.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked, confused.
Sirius grinned. “Well, now that there’s someone else here, you don’t think I’m going to miss the opportunity to have someone wash my back, do you? When we’re done, we can discuss who gets the house, although I suspect we can work out a mutually beneficial arrangement. We are family, after all.”
Draco hid a smile. Yes, he suspected that they could, at that.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Sirius Black/Draco Malfoy (Talk about a rarepair...)
Summary: Sometimes being family means having to get along, often in more ways than one.
Word Count: 1400
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Masturbation, voyeurism, almost incest.
A/N: Written for
rdwind's birthday. Request: Sirius/Draco, post Hogwarts. Happy birthday, my dear! Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Beneficial Arrangement
~
Draco took deep gulps of untainted air in an attempt to catch his breath. He’d never Apparated that far, and until he’d landed he hadn’t been sure he would make it.
It was quite a contrast to the frantic battle scene that he’d just left. Spread before him now was a pristine ocean edged with white sand. There was not a soul in sight.
Draco looked down at his smoking, charred robes. In a matter of moments he was naked and dashing towards the water. He needed a bath, even if it was in salt water and soapless. There was no way he was going to allow this opportunity to pass him by.
He dived into the water and after he surfaced began scrubbing at his hair and skin, washing as much smoke and soot off as possible. When he was done, he spelled his robes clean and put them back on. Admittedly it wasn’t a proper bath, but it would do, especially under the circumstances.
He looked around, trying to pinpoint his exact location. In his panic he’d visualized where he and his parents had spent their last tropical holiday as a family, and apparently it had worked. It certainly looked like Fiji. He wondered if anyone else was here, but then dismissed that thought. Only the Black and Malfoy families knew about this location, and he was the last of those at the moment.
With a sigh, he took off in search of the cottage. If the spell on the place had held, there should be plenty of supplies there, certainly enough for him to live there for several months, if not years.
He again mentally blessed Snape for distracting both the Aurors and Death Eaters long enough to allow him to escape. In the confusion, Draco had Apparated away and he didn’t think he’d been noticed, what with Potter killing the Dark Lord.
Snape’s being a spy for the Light as well as Potter’s secret lover had been a surprise to Draco, but then so many things in his life had turned out to be a shock, that was just another of many.
He almost wept with happiness when he spotted the cottage, perched on the hill. There, more than likely, was food, a warm and clean bed, possibly even soap so that he could wash himself properly.
Now if only there was someone to share it all with...
Draco snickered. He must be feeling safe if he was actually getting horny.
He pushed open the door and he felt the wards recognize him. With a sigh, he surveyed the place. Apparently the Anti-dust Charms had continued working quite well, as the rooms appeared dust-free and well kept.
He made his way to the bathroom, and, with a wave of his wand, started up the hot water, practically salivating as the steam began coming out of the shower.
After undressing, he stepped under the spray, lathering up the soap he saw sitting there and spreading it lavishly all over himself.
Now that he was safe, his mind began to turn towards thoughts of how long it had been since he’d been with someone.
His cock, which had been too frightened to show signs of life the past few weeks, gave an interested twitch, and Draco stroked it encouragingly.
To his chagrin, what seemed to turn him on the most were thoughts of Potter and Snape together. Merlin help me, he thought as his prick rose nicely. Although they’re both pretty fit...
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” a smooth voice said from the door.
Draco shrieked and dropped his soap. “Stupe...”
“Ah, ah, ah,” the dark-haired man said, wordlessly silencing Draco. “That’s not very friendly, is it?” With a smirk, he stepped further into the bathroom. “You’re a brazen one, breaking into a private cottage to take a bath, although I will admit you’re an attractive criminal.” With a lazy wave, he allowed Draco his voice again.
“...I’m not the criminal! You’re the one who broke in here. You must have disabled the wards somehow...” Draco was practically screaming.
“Disabled the wards?” The man snorted. “Right, well, this is a good time for introductions then, I suppose,” he said mockingly. “I’m Sirius Black, last of the illustrious Black family, and owner of this cottage and the land on which it stands.”
Draco gaped. “You can’t be!” he finally said. “I mean, yeah, you look like him, but Sirius Black is dead and you’re some impostor!”
“Hmm, and which Malfoy are you?” Sirius asked.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, last Malfoy living, and this cottage and its land belongs to MY family, thus, to me, as evidenced by the wards, which recognized me automatically...”
Sirius grinned. “Well, cuz,” he said, a wicked look on his face. “I think we have a dilemma. As you can see, I’m not dead, and it looks as if the wards recognize both our claims.”
Draco shook his head. “You fell through the veil! There is no way you’re alive. You have got to be lying.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Be careful,” he said, the suggestion of a growl in his voice. “I’m no liar, young Malfoy. You’ll want to think carefully about what you say next.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he stepped back against the cool tile wall. “All I know is that everyone thinks you’re, I mean Sirius is dead. He fell through the veil. Who could survive that?”
Sirius shrugged. “I did. Not only did I survive, but I wandered about in there for a while and found a way out onto this island somehow. Anyway, I remembered spending holidays here as a child, and I decided that this was a good place to stay for a while.”
Looking down, Draco realized he was naked and his soap was dripping off, revealing his semi-erect cock. Apparently the sudden and startling appearance of attractive older men didn’t deter it....
“D’you mind?” Draco said, turning away, belatedly trying to hide his groin.
Sirius leaned against the wall, watching with admiring eyes. “Not at all. If you need help, feel free to ask.”
“I don’t,” Draco snapped. “Go away.”
“Hey, it’s my house, too,” Sirius argued reasonably. “And it’s not every day that I get to see hot men wank in my shower.”
“I am not...”
“What? Hot?” Sirius purred. “Oh dear. I think someone needs a hug.”
“I am not wanking!” Draco growled.
Sirius, apparently uncaring that his clothes would get wet, was suddenly standing next to Draco, his arms surrounding his body as he leaned in. “I watched you for a while before I came in, you know,” he whispered. “You were lathering up, but you were paying a bit too much attention to your prick. Here, let me show you what I mean...”
Draco mewled as Sirius boldly grasped his cock and began sweeping his hand up and down. “Wh...”
“Shhh!” Sirius said. “C’mon, no man minds getting a hand job. You mean to tell me that you’re getting so many offers that you can refuse this?”
“I...” Draco was unable to suppress a moan as Sirius’ thumb swept over the tip of his reawakened prick. “Fuck...”
“Perhaps later, if you’re good,” Sirius whispered, a note of promise in his voice. “Let’s do this first.”
Draco cursed himself for being weak; nonetheless, his body betrayed him by leaning willingly against Sirius as he was wanked expertly. All the while, Sirius was murmuring small, encouraging noises, telling Draco that he looked so hot, so beautiful.
With a shout, Draco came, spurting his seed against the tile wall and all over Sirius’ hand. As it swirled down the drain, Draco sagged against Sirius with a deep sigh.
“Now, don’t you feel better?” Sirius asked.
Draco blushed and nodded. He was hardly in a position to disagree given his reaction to Sirius’ attentions. Pulling away, he said, “I should finish washing...”
“Absolutely,” Sirius agreed. As Draco watched, he began shucking his soaked clothes.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked, confused.
Sirius grinned. “Well, now that there’s someone else here, you don’t think I’m going to miss the opportunity to have someone wash my back, do you? When we’re done, we can discuss who gets the house, although I suspect we can work out a mutually beneficial arrangement. We are family, after all.”
Draco hid a smile. Yes, he suspected that they could, at that.
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