emmagrant01 | FIC: A Weak Pleasure, Never So Sweet (Harry/Draco, NC-17, 2/2)

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*****

The mattress dipped by his ankles, and Harry squinted one eye open. It was daylight, but it couldn't be much past sunrise. Far too early to be awake.

"I met him about six months ago," Malfoy said softly. He was facing the window, and not looking at Harry. "He started popping up at all the social events I usually attend, and he was romancing the same bankers and investors as I was. He was competition, so I set out to derail him. When I found out he was gay, I decided to seduce him and keep him distracted." Malfoy paused and shook his head. "But he beat me at my own game. Before I knew it, I was… smitten. And I am not proud of that fact, mind. I'm still convinced he slipped me a love potion somewhere along the line, because lovesick kneazle is so not my style."

Harry rolled onto his side and looked up at Malfoy's profile. He looked as if he'd barely slept all night.

"He would stay two weeks in London, then he'd go back to New York for two weeks, and Merlin, I made an idiot of myself. I lived for the times he was visiting. It was quite pathetic." He turned to glare at Harry. "That part is off the record, of course."

"Of course," Harry repeated.

Malfoy looked down at his hands. "Then one day he started pressuring me to invest some of my own money in a project he was working on, something to do with expanding the transatlantic Floo network. I don't mix business and pleasure, so I refused, but he'd learned enough about me at that point to--"

He paused, and shook his head again, as if he still couldn't believe he'd been so foolish.

"He went to Father. And like an idiot, I'd told him how Father wasn't completely in his right mind any more, that I managed all the finances and was still trying to convince him to turn over control of all of the accounts to me. Jake found him, introduced himself as a friend of mine, and convinced Father to hand over a very large sum of money. And Father did."

"How large?"

"Fifty thousand."

"Galleons? Holy shit."

"That was a large percentage of everything we had, everything I'd managed to make through careful investing, in the years since the war. Father opened the vault, and Jake Marshall just took it."

Harry sat up in bed, stunned. "What did you do after that?"

"I went to confront him, to tell him there was no deal, that we weren't investing. We had a huge argument, and he left. There was nothing I could do about it once he'd left the country. And of course, there was no investment. He'd given Father a contract, but it was a charade. He's a con artist, basically. And I fell for it."

"I'm surprised you didn't hex him on the spot last night."

"As am I, to be honest. But when I saw him, I started to think I could still beat him at his own game. Maybe I could get the money back, somehow."

"So that's why you came here this weekend."

"It's all my fault my family is in this mess. And I'm the only one who can fix it."

Harry shook his head, his mind racing now. "No, you're not, Malfoy. I have friends in the international division of MLE -- Hermione works there. We can get him extradited, and--"

"Are you really that naïve, Potter? The government doesn't help people like me." He turned to face Harry. "I already tried MLE, and they laughed at me. The Aurors turned me away, and then denied me permission to travel to take care of it myself. And when I finally managed to get here, you showed up to ensure that I end up looking even more the fool."

Harry didn't know what to say. He looked away, and Malfoy stood and crossed to the window. They were silent for a long moment.

"I'm sorry," Harry said at last. "I had no idea any of that happened. And I can't say I'm completely surprised that the Ministry isn't leaping up to help you. But I want to help you."

He pushed himself to his feet and crossed to stand beside Malfoy. Snow was falling outside, large flakes floating and dancing in the air, and it was beautiful.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Potter," Malfoy began, and turned to look at him. He paused, his eyes raking over Harry's almost-naked form before turning back to the window. "But truthfully, what can you do?"

Harry smiled. "I took down the evilest fucking wizard of all time. I think I can handle a con artist."

"If you still had that unbeatable wand, I just might believe you."

"But we shouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures. We can get him the right way. He's a criminal, after all."

They were silent for a moment. "Who's William?" Malfoy asked at last.

"William?" Harry repeated.

"You talk in your sleep."

Harry didn't remember dreaming about William the night before, and hoped he hadn't said anything too embarrassing. "He's my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, as of a week ago."

"That explains a lot about last night," Malfoy said.

Harry winced. "I suppose it does."

"So what happened? I told you my embarrassing ex story. Now it's your turn."

Harry paused, considering. There was no reason not to tell Malfoy, he supposed. "We'd been dating about three months when William decided he wanted to have an open relationship. I didn't like the idea, but I was busy with work, and I knew I wasn't… Well, I thought I was fine with it. But after the third time I came over to find his prick in someone else's arse, I realized I wasn't. So I gave him an ultimatum, and he left me."

Malfoy shook his head. "An open relationship? What were you thinking?"

Harry laughed. "I don't know. I didn't think he really meant it, I suppose."

"I'd have hexed his bollocks off at the mere suggestion that I wasn't enough to satisfy him," Malfoy said. He turned to look at Harry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"No, that was exactly the problem," Harry said with a sigh. "I wasn't enough for him."

"Casual sex with strangers has its place, obviously," Malfoy said, "but if you're going to be in a relationship, monogamy is generally considered a basic requirement."

"Are you giving me relationship advice?"

"Yes. I've fucked up enough relationships to be an expert, Potter."

There was a knock at the door, and they both turned around. Harry picked up his wand from the bedside table and went to open it.

Charlie stood on the other side, dressed in an emerald green glittering gown. Her hair hung in blonde curls around her shoulders today. Her makeup was slightly smudged, as if she'd been out all night, and she was in dire need of a shave.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, leering at Harry. "There's an urgent pigeon for you."

Harry accio'd his shirt from the floor and put it in. "A what?"

"A pigeon," Charlie repeated, with a tone that indicated she thought he was an idiot. She held out her arm, and indeed, there was a small pigeon sitting on her wrist.

Harry held out his hand and the pigeon hopped to light on it, cooing. "Um, thanks," he said, and Charlie closed the door.

"Post?" Malfoy asked. He hadn't moved from the window.

"Apparently." The pigeon had a small note tied to its leg, and it stood patiently while Harry untied it, then hopped down to the ground and pecked around. Harry unfolded the note.

Mr. Potter,

You'll be happy to know that I managed to get Mr. Malfoy's paperwork expedited. He's free to leave the country as soon as you pick it up. I'll be in the office until noon today, in case you want to come by.

Andrea Blackwell

Harry looked up at Malfoy. "We're going to get Jake. And I know just where to start."

*****

Andrea frowned at them from across her desk. "Who?"

"Jake Marshall," Malfoy repeated. "He's about 30, dark hair, medium height. Fit."

"And you say he's some sort of con artist?" Andrea stood and crossed to a file cabinet. "I'm not familiar with that exact name, but--" She opened a drawer and flipped through its contents, then pulled out a file and dropped it on the desk in front of them. A picture of Jake scowled up at them, probably a decade younger.

"That's him," Harry said, opening the folder. "Jackson Marsinski. Born in Toledo, Ohio, 1975. File opened 1993. Wow, look at these arrests -- burglary, petty theft, hexing with malicious intent, illegal potions possession. He's been a naughty boy."

"He disappeared about five years ago," Andrea said, a gleam in her eyes now. "He went underground, started getting involved in some big stuff, from what we heard. But the trail disappeared, even his wand signatures. He must have created a new identity for himself and that allowed him to travel and present himself as a legitimate businessman."

"Do you want him?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Fuck, yeah," she said, grinning now. "Merry Christmas to me."

"You Aurors are insane," Malfoy said, but he didn't sound displeased.

She sat at her desk again, and a quill lifted off the desk to start frantically scratching on a notepad. "I've got to make a few phone calls, but I'm pretty sure that if your father will testify, we can get Jake on half a dozen counts of larceny and money laundering."

"And my money?" Malfoy asked.

"You said he gave your father a contract, right? Whatever assets we can dig up will be seized by the government. After that, you'll have to file a claim in the IWC to get it back."

"The International Wizarding Court," Harry said. "Hermione can help us with that."

Malfoy nodded, though his expression was still reserved.

"So we just need to arrest him. I assume you two can help arrange that?"

Harry smiled. "I already have a plan."

*****

"The pigeon's back," Malfoy said, and cracked the window just enough to let it in. It flew to land on his arm, and he untied the note attached there.

"He says he's delighted we've changed our minds, and that we should come to his apartment at ten tonight." He looked up. "No fucking way we're going there."

Harry shook his head. "It's got to be at the club. We can't know what kind of security he's got at home on such short notice. Here." He held out his hand for the note.

"What are you going to tell him?"

Harry started writing. "That we want to do it in a semi-public place. Because we're a bit kinky."

"You're not actually going to write the word kinky?"

Harry paused, then pointed his wand at the paper and spelled away the last few words he'd written.

"Tell him we just want him to watch tonight. We'll be in the backroom of the Screaming Eagle at ten, and we'll be open to suggestions."

Harry blinked up at him. "And that's not kinky?"

"I didn't say I objected to the concept. Just the word itself."

Harry wrote the reply, then refolded the note and sent the pigeon on its way once again.

Within ten minutes they had their reply. "He's in," Malfoy said, glancing up from the note.

"Then we're on. Let's go work out the details with Andrea."

*****

Harry hadn't expected the Screaming Eagle to be quite so busy on a Sunday night; in fact, he'd counted on the opposite. He and Malfoy bought drinks at the bar and leaned against a wall, looking out over the dance floor. They waited.

"We look like we're staking out the place," Malfoy said at last. He took the glass from Harry's hand and set it aside, and then led him to the dance floor. He stopped near the center and pulled Harry close, and the look on his face was startling, one Harry had never expected to see directed at him. Harry exhaled. From here on out they were undercover and they would not break character; they couldn't do anything to arouse suspicion.

Harry was glad he'd downed most of his drink; it helped him stop worrying about what was about to happen. In all of his Auror training, he'd never been told how to handle a semi-public sexual encounter with someone he'd hated until a few days ago. Maybe he'd add it to the training manual when he got back.

And though they'd spent the entire afternoon going over details of the plan with Andrea, they hadn't completely discussed what was going to happen next. The plan was to lure Jake into the back room, subdue him, and then signal Andrea's team. Of course, they were going to have to be certain he was distracted before they did any subduing, and just how far they'd go with the distraction was not something they'd discussed.

"Relax," Malfoy said, and tilted his chin up with one finger. "This was your idea, remember?"

"Right," Harry replied. "I just--"

Malfoy's mouth was on his then, and Harry tried to let go his anxiety. The kiss was slow and sensual, exactly the way two lovers would kiss while dancing. Malfoy's tongue slid against his own and to his surprise, Harry began to feel genuinely aroused. He'd had no idea Malfoy was such a good kisser, and he had to dig his fingers into Malfoy's hips to keep his balance. It was far more intense than he'd expected, and he needed to get some semblance of control over his body before they took this any further.

"What time is it?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

Malfoy glanced at his watch. "It's ten. I don't see him yet."

"Maybe he's waiting for us in the back." Harry took Malfoy by the hand and led him in the direction of the back room. Jake wasn't there, so they headed to the corner they'd planned to use, one easily visible from the entrance for Andrea's team.

They couldn't just stand there and wait without looking suspicious, so Harry kissed Malfoy again, pressing him back against the wall. Malfoy's hands went to his shoulders and then around to his back, pulling their bodies tightly together. It was difficult to pay much attention to their surroundings facing the wall, so Harry hoped Malfoy was watching for Jake.

One of Malfoy's hands slid down his back and over his arse, and pulled their groins together. Harry groaned before he could stop himself, and then, to his horror, felt himself starting to get hard. He tried to pull back, to create some space between them, but Malfoy held tight. There was no hiding his erection now, and he thought he could feel a touch of a smirk around Malfoy's lips.

Great.

Malfoy's lips moved across his cheek and over to his ear, and dammit how did he know licking just along Harry's ear like that drove him crazy?

"He's here," Malfoy whispered. "And he's not alone." He continued nuzzling Harry's ear, but there was definitely tension in his body now.

"Starting without us?" Jake's voice was surprisingly loud, and Harry turned to face him. He was flanked by four men, all of whom reminded Harry sharply of the way Malfoy used to swagger about school with Crabbe and Goyle at his side. Well, except that these blokes were considerably better looking.

"This was supposed to be a threesome," Malfoy said. Harry was starting to find that that practiced cool tone hot.

"You said you wanted an audience," Jake replied with a dark smile. "So I invited a few friends." The back room had cleared out at the appearance of the group, and Harry and Malfoy were literally backed into a corner.

"No," Harry said, folding his arms over his chest. "No fucking way we're putting on a peep show for all of your friends. Either they go or we do." If Jake called his bluff, he wasn't sure what he'd do next.

"All right, all right," Jake said. "Wait by the door, boys." The men backed off, whispering to each other. Two of them disappeared through the door, and the other two stayed in the doorway.

Harry was kicking himself for not having expected this possibility. They had no way to warn Andrea, and with the extra undoubtedly armed men at the door the entire operation had just got a lot more complicated. Andrea's team was going to arrive at 10:20 no matter what, so they just had to hang on until then.

Malfoy squeezed Harry's shoulder, and Harry knew he was thinking the same thing. "So, where were we?" he said, sliding one hand down Harry's chest.

Harry leaned back against him and raised an eyebrow at Jake. "Well?"

Jake took two steps forward and kissed Harry, hard. It was nothing like being kissed by Malfoy, and Harry had to force himself to relax. He'd expected this part, but he didn't like it. Malfoy was kissing the back of his neck, and his hands moved down Harry's sides and around to the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened the buttons and Harry leaned back against him.

How had he arrived at this point, sandwiched between a former Death Eater and a current criminal, as vulnerable as he'd ever been in his life? Malfoy's fingers curled around his prick and stroked it back to hardness, and Jake's tongue was roughly fucking his mouth, and his face was already feeling raw from the grind of stubble against his skin. If he could simply have abandoned himself to the flood of sensation, it would have been better -- but he couldn't, not tonight.

There was another hand on his prick, bigger and rougher, and then Malfoy's slender long fingers were gone. Jake's hand was slick, and he moved fast, too fast for Harry's liking. He pushed the hand away, whispering, "Not yet," and Jake stepped back, panting.

"I want to see you suck his cock," he said, his eyes dark in the dim light.

Harry blinked, his mind racing for a moment while he sorted out the pronouns. "Me?"

"Yeah, you," Jake said. "You're the master of the blow job, right?"

Harry smiled lazily, and his eyes flicked to Jake's thugs standing inside the door, watching them. They wouldn't be able to stun them all without alerting the ones outside to what had happened. He turned around, refastening his jeans as he did. Malfoy's cheeks were flushed, and he stared at Harry in a way that almost seemed to say You don't have to do this. Harry kissed him, as much to reassure Malfoy as himself. Kissing Malfoy felt oddly right, and he clung to that feeling.

His hands worked at Malfoy's waist and then pushed his trousers down just enough to free his cock. They had both concealed their wands in their trousers, so they had to be careful not to dislodge them. Malfoy's prick was still soft, and Harry stroked it to attention, earning him a soft moan.

He broke the kiss and whispered as softly as he could, "I've thought about sucking your cock for a long time." It was true; he'd fantasized about Malfoy plenty while in school, though he had never admitted it to anyone. The look on Malfoy's face was one of raw desire, and Harry smiled before sinking to his knees.

Malfoy's prick was rock-hard now, and Harry let himself enjoy the sight of it for a moment before starting. The head was exposed and leaking, the foreskin drawn back, and Harry's mouth started to water.

God, but he loved this. He hadn't been exaggerating to Jake before; he actually was quite good at giving head. But even more, he really enjoyed it -- and he was going to enjoy the fuck out of this. He might never get the chance again.

He leaned forward and licked, flicking his tongue across the head, circling, then working his way down the underside of the shaft with licks and kisses, and then back up, grazing his teeth along the foreskin before finally taking the head in his mouth.

"Fuck, yeah," Jake said, and Harry saw movement just to his right. Jake was standing very close, and he was pulling at his own prick.

Malfoy's hands moved to Harry's head, and Harry glanced up. Malfoy looked almost undone, and Harry could feel his hands trembling slightly. His eyes closed as Harry took more of his prick in, and those fingers tightened when Harry's tongue massaged the underside.

Harry let himself enjoy this, let himself forget for just a moment why they were there. His universe shrank down to Malfoy and his glorious cock, and the way it fit perfectly into Harry's mouth as if it were meant just for him. He loved the feel of soft skin over hard flesh against his tongue, and the idea that it was Malfoy's prick in his mouth --Malfoy, who'd always been such an obnoxious shit, who'd broken his nose and took the Dark Mark, whom Harry'd almost killed in a bathroom, who'd come this close to defying Voldemort by refusing to murder Dumbledore, who'd refused to identify Harry before his own family and didn't fight terribly hard when Harry escaped -- Malfoy, with his blond hair and his lean body and his amazing tongue -- that made it all the better.

Harry took Malfoy's cock in as far as he could, until blond hairs were brushing his nose, and heard a sharp intake of breath above, followed by a strangled moan. He experimented, using his tongue in different spots, trying to find the ones that would make Malfoy's knees go weak. He probed under the foreskin and tickled the spot just under the head that always worked best for him, and Malfoy hissed a string of expletives. Harry kept his tongue there, increasing the pressure gradually, and Malfoy started to whimper. It was glorious.

But as much as Harry wanted to take his time, they had a job to do, and it would be more than a little awkward if he was still sucking Malfoy's cock when Andrea's team stormed in. He concentrated his efforts on the head and stroked the shaft with a saliva-slicked hand, twisting and squeezing. Malfoy's fingers squeezed his head, and he was panting through clenched teeth now, as if determined to reign in the sounds he wanted to make.

"Suck it," Jake grunted. "Just like that, so fucking good."

Malfoy was close, and Harry kept working his prick, sucking and stroking and licking. His own cock was aching, and he stroked it through the fabric with his free hand. He didn't dare unfasten his jeans now.

Malfoy groaned above him, and that was all the warning Harry got before he came, pulsing into Harry's mouth and fisting Harry's hair so hard it hurt. Harry kept sucking until he was sure Malfoy was done, and only reluctantly let his prick go. He looked up at Malfoy before he swallowed, and the look on Malfoy's face was priceless.

There was another prick in his face then, short and thick and red, and Harry had to stare at it for a moment. He didn't like the idea of sucking off Jake, but on the other hand, this might provide just the distraction they needed. He shifted on his knees to face Jake, and grasped Malfoy's trousers, pressing the concealed wand into his thigh, and hoping Malfoy would take the hint.

There was nothing for it but to jump right in, and Harry did. Jake's prick felt strange in his mouth, the head rough and calloused in comparison to Malfoy, and Harry was a bit lost without a foreskin to play with. Jake grabbed his head roughly and started fucking his mouth, and Harry hoped Malfoy would act soon.

He heard a shouting from across the room and there was a flash of light, and then Jake slumped over him. Harry pushed him off and scrambled to his feet, wand already in his hand. Curses were being fired from the doorway, and he ducked, trying to stay a moving target. He fired stunning hexes at the doorway without even being able to see anyone, and saw Malfoy doing the same beside him. The doorway was starting to crumble from the damage, and dust in the air obscured his vision. A curse just missed his head, and he dropped into a roll, squinting, and blindly sent several hexes in the direction of the door.

There were two more thumps, and then it was silent. Harry scrambled to his feet, his wand held out in front of him, and cast a lumos. All four of Jake's thugs were on the ground, all unconscious. Between the two of them, they'd taken down five men in less than ten seconds.

Harry exhaled and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then cast the spell to signal Andrea's team. "What time is it?" he asked Malfoy.

"Quarter past."

"I couldn't have done that for another five minutes," Harry said. "I should have made you last longer."

"I couldn't have lasted," Malfoy said, his cheeks tinting again. "Maybe if Jake had taken a turn, but not with you sucking my…" He trailed off, and they stared at each other for a moment.

There was a series of pops, and then there were a dozen Aurors in the room, wands directed at them. They were early, not that it mattered now. Andrea apparated in last, and her eyes widened at the sight of all the stunned men.

"Well, that was easy," she said. She motioned to the Aurors, and they picked up the stunned men and cast restraining spells around their wrists and ankles.

"Easy," Harry repeated, shooting a glance at Malfoy.

"I had the easy part," he replied with a wink. He flicked his wand and Jake rose into the air, his limp prick still hanging out of his trousers.

Andrea raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it. "We'll take it from here," she said. "You boys are free to go."

"To go home?" Harry asked.

She nodded, and Harry turned to Malfoy. Malfoy sighed, his eyes still focused on Jake floating in the air.

"Home," he said.

*****

Transatlantic portkeying was a strange affair. It took several minutes, and that was a long time to concentrate on keeping a finger on a small white disk while the universe was roaring by. And portkeying with Malfoy was even stranger, since they had nothing to do but stare at each other across the portkey until they finally landed at Gatwick.

Malfoy was still technically in Harry's custody, and so Harry apologetically applied a procedural binding spell to his wrists before they made their way to passport control. Half an hour later, he apparated them to the Ministry's holding area. It was 8:00 am, and the building was just coming to life.

Harry dissipated the bind and sat next to Malfoy on an uncomfortable bench.

"What happens now?" Malfoy asked, rubbing at his wrists.

"I can tell you what's not going to happen," Harry replied. "They're not going to keep you here, and they're not going to press charges. This isn't going to go into your official record as anything other than cooperation with an official Auror operation, for which you will receive a commendation."

"Potter--"

"No, let me finish. And then we're going to set up a meeting with Hermione, and we're going to file that motion to collect the money Jake stole from you before it can be rerouted elsewhere. It's probably going to take months, maybe a year, but I will see this done, Draco. I promise."

Malfoy looked down at his hands and nodded. They were silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry about last night," Harry said, his voice lowered to a near-whisper.

Malfoy turned to look at him then. "Sorry for what?"

"I didn't ask if it was all right. I just--" he gestured vaguely at Malfoy's groin.

Malfoy snorted. "You're joking, right? Potter--" He shook his head and then leaned close, his mouth next to Harry's ear. "That was the best blow job I've ever had, and trust me, that's saying something. You've nothing to apologize for."

Harry tried not to grin as he turned his head toward him. Their lips were an inch apart, and neither of them backed away.

"In fact," Malfoy whispered, "if you're interested in doing it again sometime, perhaps in a more private spot, I'd really like to return the favor."

Harry leaned in, but the moment their lips touched, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. They sprang apart.

The door opened and a team of Aurors came in, including Waldo Biggins and, to Harry's relief, Ron Weasley.

"I hear you had an interesting weekend," Ron said, grinning at Harry.

"You have no idea," Harry replied. He hoped to hell he wasn't blushing.

"Good to see you again, Malfoy," Ron said, and Malfoy looked up at him in surprise. Ron smiled tightly. "Shall we get started?"

"Not here in the holding area," Harry said. "Let's take this meeting to my office." He gestured toward the door and the Aurors left one by one. He then turned to where Malfoy was still sitting on the bench, looking uncertain. He held out a hand and smiled. "Let's go, Draco."

*****

[A few weeks later]

The club was packed full of Muggles, and Harry could barely make his way to the bar. It was one of his favorites, a club off of Shaftsbury Avenue called G-A-Y, and tonight it was as busy as he'd ever seen it. Harry tried not to spill his drink as he headed back to the dance floor and scanned the room for a familiar face.

Several young men smiled at him as they passed, but he didn't pay them any attention. That wasn't why he was here tonight. He sipped his drink and kept looking, moving to the music unconsciously, already feeling the happy buzz of the first two drinks. After that long week at the office, he'd needed this.

"Harry?"

He turned in the direction of the voice and saw a tall blond man making his way toward him.

"I didn't expect to see you here." William grinned at him, and looked him up and down. "You look great. Is that a new shirt?"

"Yeah," Harry replied with a practiced cool indifference. "Good to see you too." He looked back out to the dance floor, still scanning.

William pressed up against Harry, apparently intrigued by his lack of interest. "I've missed you, you know. I hate that we left things the way we did."

"Don't worry about it." Harry wanted to make a quip about his use of the word we, but nothing witty enough came to mind. He took a step away from William and looked back out at the dance floor. "It's busy tonight. Got any action yet?"

"No," William replied, and leaned into him again. "But that bloke over there is quite fit, isn't he?"

Harry followed the line of his gaze to another tall blond man walking toward them. He was dressed impeccably in black, with the faint design of a silver dragon visible across his chest. The crowd seemed to part as he moved, with people turning and staring, as if they'd never seen someone quite so intriguing before. He was walking right toward them with an intense expression on his face, pointedly ignoring the reactions of the people around him to his presence.

William stepped in front of Harry as the man drew near and plastered on his sexiest smile. "Hi, gorgeous. Looking for me?"

Draco Malfoy paused, looked William up and down, and gave a derisive snort. "I don't think so," he said, and stepped around him. William whirled around just in time to see him lean against a pillar right next to Harry. He smiled and trailed one finger down Harry's chest slowly. That finger hooked into the waistband of Harry's jeans, and he tugged him forward. "You are the hottest man I've seen in here all night. Dance with me."

Harry couldn't help but look over at William, who was almost pale with shock. "All right," he replied, and handed his drink to William. It sloshed onto William's white shirt, and a pink stain spread over his chest. Harry gazed up at Draco. "But only if you'll fuck me afterwards."

"All night long," Draco said, and pulled him into a kiss.

William was still staring at them in shock when they came up for air. Draco raised an eyebrow at him before pulling Harry towards the dance floor.

"See you around," Harry called over his shoulder, and let himself be led away. Draco pulled him close under the flashing colored lights, and Harry laughed. "You were right. That felt good."

"Told you so," Draco replied. "Not quite as dramatic as my ex-boyfriend revenge, but still satisfying."

"Speaking of satisfying, I meant what I said."

Draco's eyes blazed. "I'm holding you to it. You're not going to be able to walk in the morning."

"I'll just have to stay in bed all day, then. You'll have to feed me little yummy things."

"I can think of one not-so-little yummy thing I want to put in your mouth," Draco whispered, and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue parted Harry's lips in a series of short jabs, and Harry groaned. "That's what I'm going to do to your arsehole as soon I can get your trousers off and lean you over the bed," Draco whispered against his lips. "I'm going to eat you until you beg me to let you come."

"If we don't leave now I'm going to come right here," Harry groaned, pressing his forehead into Draco's shoulder.

"Oh?" Draco asked, grinning into Harry's hair. "Is that a challenge?"

"No, I'm begging you. I've been thinking about this all day. I had to wank in the toilet at work this morning just to be able to concentrate. I think Ron is getting suspicious."

Draco licked that spot on his ear that always drove him crazy. "We don't have to sneak around, you know. After the last few weeks, I think we're ready to admit that we're a couple."

Harry looked up at him. "Are we? A couple, I mean?"

Draco gave him an odd look. "Obviously."

"Well, all we do is have sex. Not that I'm complaining."

"We could do something before the sex sometime. Like eat dinner, in a proper restaurant."

Harry took a deep breath. "You're sure this is what you want? As soon as the papers get wind of it, it's going to be hard to go out like this for a while, even to Muggle clubs."

"Are you trying to talk me out of it?"

Harry laughed. "No. But I want you to be certain you really want to become 'Harry Potter's boyfriend', because that's all you're going to be for a while."

Draco rolled his eyes. "The universe doesn't completely revolve around you, you know."

"It does more than I like." He kissed Draco again, this time pouring himself into it, hoping the depth of his emotions would somehow shine through. Draco's eyes were glazed when he pulled away, and Harry smiled. "Dinner first, then sex. That would be okay."

"Okay," Draco repeated. There was a look on his face almost like relief, as if he'd been planning to talk about this and was glad it was done. "Dinner first."

Harry pressed his still-aching erection into Draco's hip and wrapped his arms tightly around him. "Or maybe after. Right now, I need you to finish what you started." He kissed Malfoy again, and then turned on the spot.

They vanished from the dance floor with a small pop. One Muggle turned at the sound.

"What happened to those two blokes?" he asked the woman he was dancing with.

"Maybe they finally got a room," she said, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Yeah, but they were here, and then they weren't. It was like magic."

She laughed. "All I know is watching them made me want to do naughty things to you. Can we go back to yours?"

"Hell, yeah," he said, taking her hand. He glanced back at the spot where the two men had been standing just a moment before, then shrugged. He must have imagined it.

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Ooh, that was awesome! I'm glad you re-posted it, because I wasn't watching the fest it was at. I love the details of American wizarding society, and the idea of a wizarding Greenwich Village is so cool. :) I have a total soft spot for club fics and club sex, too, so, nnnnnnnnnrg, this hit a lot of buttons! I love how palpable it was that even when just pretending to be a couple, they clearly were attracted to each other. Yay! And unf, that was one hot blow job. Loved Harry's little mental note to add that particular situation to the training manual, too. Hee! Awesome. :)

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FIC: A Weak Pleasure, Never So Sweet (Harry/Draco, NC-17, 2/2)

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