Fic: Sirius/Draco (non magic AU) for deathlydragon
Happy birthday to the awesome deathlydragon! I hope you like this, dear!
Title: Thrust and Parry
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: Draco/Sirius
Summary: Draco has a plan, too bad his sexy cousin is almost enough to make him forget it.
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-magic AU, cousincest, cross-gen (age disparity: 19/39)
Word count: 2345
Notes: Written for deathlydragon's birthday. Happy birthday, hun! Beta'd by bk7brokemybrain (Thanks, babe!).
Thrust and Parry
(Non-magic AU)
Draco slumped into a seat at the scarred and dirty bar. He'd had to fend off so many lecherous men to get across the club, he was now afraid he might dump his drink on the next man who propositioned him. He'd never patronized a low-class gay club before, and after tonight, he hoped never to again. This one seemed to be off the charts in the spectrum of classless. Indeed, he couldn't image any self-respecting gay man spending more than five minutes here. Draco felt like bolting for the loo to wash his hands, but they'd be filthy again as soon as he turned off the tap, so what was the sense?
He looked in the mirror over the bar, first scanning the crowd behind him, searching out his target, and then, when he didn't see the man, evaluating himself. Sandy brown, shaggy hair was certainly not a good look on him. He thought he looked dreadful, but the men here must not agree if their reactions to him were any indication.
"Seat's not taken, is it, beautiful?"
Draco startled. He hadn't noticed the man approaching. He was about to utter a scathing comment, when he caught sight of the intruder in the mirror, and bit down on the words. This was his quarry, the man he'd come to seduce.
The man steadily met his gaze in the mirror, flashing his trademark cocky grin, the one Draco had studied in numerous glossy magazine photos. The handsome, aristocratic features were also expected. What hadn't been apparent in the press, however, was how tall and commanding a presence this man possessed, and how, despite that, his gray eyes hinted at playfulness.
Draco smiled shyly and only just stopped himself from glancing at his reflection once more to make sure his bashful look was perfect. He figured he needn't worry, he'd practiced it enough. He turned to catch the man's real gaze instead of his mirrored one, and said, "No. The seat's not taken. Won't you join me?"
The man chuckled. He tossed his long wavy black hair behind his shoulders as he settled onto the stool. "You sound far too refined to frequent a dump like this."
"I'm Daniel Mitchell," Draco said, holding out his hand, silently chastising himself for coming on too strong. After all, from what he knew of this man, he liked light brown hair and a self-effacing attitude. He needed to be more reserved.
The man didn't seem to care. He took Draco's hand in a firm grip and held on longer than would be considered proper. "Sirius Black."
"Interesting name." Draco ignored the tremors of excitement Black's touch caused to skitter down his spine.
Black shrugged. "It's mine and I suppose it's as good as any." He waved to the bartender, who began pulling a pint from the tap. "So, tell me about yourself, Daniel Mitchell. I've not seen you before. We get so few pretty young boys through here, I'd remember if I had."
Draco had no intention of speaking of himself. The fewer lies told, the fewer fabrications to remember. "If the clientele is so bad, why do you come here?"
Black barked out a laugh. "That's what I keep asking myself. Haven't found the answer yet."
"What do you do for a living?" Draco thought it an appropriate question in this circumstance, but he really knew nothing of the etiquette of a barroom pick-up. His dates had always been with people he knew, or well-connected friends of the family.
Black cocked one eyebrow. He took a swig from the mug the bartender had plunked in front of him, and then asked, "Looking for a sugar-daddy, kid? Can't see why else you'd ask that question in a place like this. Most everyone here's just after a quick fuck. They wouldn't care if you were a prince or a ditch digger."
Draco was trying to recover from his gaffe when Black nudged him with his shoulder. "Because if you are looking for one," he eyed Draco up and down, "we might be able to work something out, depending on how well we complement each other, of course."
Draco spluttered. He was definitely out of his depth, but since getting money from Black was of the utmost importance, he had to play along. The Manor had been in the Malfoy family for generations. Draco'd be damned if it was going to be his parents' woeful financial choices that lost it. Time for that unassuming attitude he'd been practicing. "I… I didn't mean anything by the question." Damn, he wished he could blush on cue.
Black laughed again. "Don't be so nervous. I'm only taking the piss." He leaned in so close, Draco could smell the earthiness of his old leather jacket and the sharp tang of cigarette smoke. Black lowered his voice. "The truth is, though, I have more than enough money to keep several whelps like you in a befitting fashion."
Draco shivered at the closeness. Black radiated a power and charisma Draco had never encountered before, and didn't understand. It seemed to pulse off him in nearly suffocating waves.
Black seemed to sense Draco's discomfort. He chuckled and pulled away, downing at least half his drink. "I've thought about it, you know. I've thought about having a sweet young arse tucked away somewhere so I wouldn't have to troll joints like this whenever I need a pull." He looked at Draco appraisingly again. "You're legal, aren't you?"
"I'm drinking, aren't I?"
"What's that matter?" Black waved a hand dismissively. "I started using fake identification when I was sixteen. That was about the same time I left home."
Ah, the perfect opening, and now that Black wasn't leaning in so close, Draco could think clearly enough to pounce on it. "I'm nineteen," he said, and then rushed on to ask, "You really left home so young? I can't imagine doing that." Of course, he knew the whole story of Sirius Black and his falling out with his family. After all, he'd heard it from his mother and Aunt Bella often enough. Ungrateful child thought he was better than the rest of the Blacks. Called his father a racist, and his mother a bigot. They tossed him out on his ear, but Uncle Alphie, the batty old fool, left him his share of the Black fortune.. It was always said with such derision, such hatred, that Draco had grown up despising Sirius Black, so it was even more off-putting to find the man attractive - magnetic, even.
"Left and never looked back."
"Aren't you in contact with any of your family? It seems so sad that you're alone." And it did, which was an odd thought for Draco, who hadn't been raised to feel empathy for anyone.
"Don't feel sorry for me, kid." Black waggled his eyebrows. "Unless pity will get me into your pants sooner."
Draco laughed. He didn't even have to use his practiced laugh, as Black's proximity was leaving him giddy and unsure. If he hadn't already had his drink when Black approached, he might think it'd been tampered with. He ducked his head, licked his lips, and looked up at Black through his lashes (only just realizing he should have dyed those as well, as they were still almost white). "I… I'm not sure about this." And he wasn't. He'd been certain this was the right move, but with this irresistible man sitting close, his dark eyes fixed so forcefully, Draco wasn't sure he could go through with his plan.. He made to stand, needed to clear his head, but Black's hand on his arm stayed him.
"Believe me, love, you let me near that gorgeous arse of yours and I'll treat you right. Now sit still and talk with me some more. Don't leave an old man sad and lonely."
Draco nodded. "Okay." He smiled the shy smile he'd learned, but for once, it didn't seem fake.
Black beamed at him.
"So, you really don't have anything to do with your relatives?" Draco asked, scrambling to find his footing, hoping to salvage his plan.
"I'm close to one of my cousins and her family, and I have a godson. That's enough for me."
Draco nodded. Of course, he knew that. Aunt Andi and her ill-bred daughter, Dora. "That's good, at least, but there's one thing I don't understand."
"What's that?" Black took a long swallow from a new pint of beer.
Draco hadn't even noticed it being delivered. He took a sip from his own drink. "Since you left home so young, I can't imagine you went to University, but you said you have money." Draco's mind thankfully remembered a bit of the script he'd planned, he widened his eyes and covered his mouth with one hand. "Oh! You're not into anything illegal, are you?" He shifted in his chair, as if again thinking of fleeing.
Black patted Draco's leg, high up on the thigh. "Don't you worry about anything like that."
Draco shifted away a little. To Black he imagined the move might look as if he was still uncomfortable, but in reality, Draco didn't want his cousin to know just how aroused he was becoming. Between all the subterfuge and Black's potent sexuality, Draco was hard and wanting.
Black leaned in again, leaving his hand on Draco's thigh, his fingers inching toward the area Draco longed for him to touch, but wanted him to avoid just a little longer. "Nothing illegal, love. A small inheritance from an open-minded uncle, some ingenuity and balls, and I made all the money I'll ever need.
Draco knew that wasn't a lie. Black was a star in the business world - the man with the golden touch who could take a seemingly ludicrous idea and sell it to the public.
"I meant what I said before." Black had moved closer still. His voice was nothing more than a low growl in Draco's ear.
"About what?" Draco's throat felt as constricted as his cock did. Christ, why did men wear tight trousers to a club where they hoped to get aroused? It seemed counterproductive.
Black licked the shell of Draco's ear and then nipped the lobe. "I'd love a nice boy to take care of. Do you think you could be the one?"
Draco shivered. Sirius Black was overwhelming, incredible. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Black's tongue snaked lower, flicked against Draco's neck. "Tell me."
Draco moaned. His eyes slid closed. This… God… this was the plan: seduce Black, make him fall in love, and then, when he couldn't live without Draco, tell him who he really was. Sirius would accept him, he'd help Draco's family. Then, after Draco drained Sirius of his money, he'd show him the door. That was the plan, but perhaps it needed some adjustments. Draco hadn't expected to be swept away by Sirius Black, to want the man so badly. Perhaps the showing-the-door part would have to be skipped over. "I want to be the one."
Sirius's lips closed around a spot at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He sucked and nibbled the flesh.
Draco's breath caught. It was amazing. He could lose himself in the sensation. He lowered a hand to his lap and pressed on his erection, hoping to ease the ache.
"So beautiful," Sirius murmured as he pulled back.
Draco didn't know if Sirius was talking about him, or the mark that'd been left on his pale skin. "Please."
"Please, what? What do you want, little one?" Sirius leaned back in, this time touching his lips lightly to Draco's.
"You. I just want you."
Batting Draco's hand away from his groin, Sirius replaced it with his own. He rubbed lightly, fingers against Draco's balls, palm catching the side of Draco's cock. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." The pressure on his aching cock was brilliant, but not enough. Draco thrust his hips as far as his seated position would allow, chasing more.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Daniel."
Draco did as he was told.
"Would you give yourself entirely to me? Would you let me fuck you?"
Draco was mad with desire. He needed to be naked with this man as soon as possible. "Anything you want."
Sirius continued rubbing. He leaned in and began laving Draco's ear again.
"Need you," Draco moaned. "Need you inside me."
"I'd love to be," Sirius whispered, his breath tickling Draco's wet ear, "but I don't fuck liars. Especially ones I'm related to… Draco." He pushed away and smirked.
Draco jumped to his feet. He struggled to think clearly, to somehow save the situation. "I… I don’t know what you're talking about."
Sirius stood and crossed his arms over his chest. "You look just like your pathetic father. I'd heard my dear cousin, Cissa, had fallen on hard times, but I never thought she'd pimp out her own son."
Draco's exhilaration had morphed to bone-chilling fear. He had to get away. He had to escape from these horrible feelings Black had conjured in him. How had he let himself get so carried away? His father would be livid. He tried to turn away, but Black caught his arm.
"To answer your earlier question, I come here so I don't have to put up with arrogant sods like the Malfoys. It's been fun, cousin." Black winked and began striding away, but he turned before he was out of hearing distance. "I have no need to pay for sex, but if you ever fancy a tumble, no strings attached, you can find me here."
Draco stood for a moment, hand grasping the bar, stunned. He took a deep breath as he realized not all was lost. His plan might be a shambles, but if he could get Black in bed, there was always blackmail. After all, who wanted to be known as the bloke who shagged his twenty-years-younger cousin? Yes, that was it. A hotel room, a hidden recorder, and Malfoy Manor would be saved. Draco hummed contentedly as he made his way out of the club.
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Title: Thrust and Parry
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: Draco/Sirius
Summary: Draco has a plan, too bad his sexy cousin is almost enough to make him forget it.
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-magic AU, cousincest, cross-gen (age disparity: 19/39)
Word count: 2345
Notes: Written for deathlydragon's birthday. Happy birthday, hun! Beta'd by bk7brokemybrain (Thanks, babe!).
Thrust and Parry
(Non-magic AU)
Draco slumped into a seat at the scarred and dirty bar. He'd had to fend off so many lecherous men to get across the club, he was now afraid he might dump his drink on the next man who propositioned him. He'd never patronized a low-class gay club before, and after tonight, he hoped never to again. This one seemed to be off the charts in the spectrum of classless. Indeed, he couldn't image any self-respecting gay man spending more than five minutes here. Draco felt like bolting for the loo to wash his hands, but they'd be filthy again as soon as he turned off the tap, so what was the sense?
He looked in the mirror over the bar, first scanning the crowd behind him, searching out his target, and then, when he didn't see the man, evaluating himself. Sandy brown, shaggy hair was certainly not a good look on him. He thought he looked dreadful, but the men here must not agree if their reactions to him were any indication.
"Seat's not taken, is it, beautiful?"
Draco startled. He hadn't noticed the man approaching. He was about to utter a scathing comment, when he caught sight of the intruder in the mirror, and bit down on the words. This was his quarry, the man he'd come to seduce.
The man steadily met his gaze in the mirror, flashing his trademark cocky grin, the one Draco had studied in numerous glossy magazine photos. The handsome, aristocratic features were also expected. What hadn't been apparent in the press, however, was how tall and commanding a presence this man possessed, and how, despite that, his gray eyes hinted at playfulness.
Draco smiled shyly and only just stopped himself from glancing at his reflection once more to make sure his bashful look was perfect. He figured he needn't worry, he'd practiced it enough. He turned to catch the man's real gaze instead of his mirrored one, and said, "No. The seat's not taken. Won't you join me?"
The man chuckled. He tossed his long wavy black hair behind his shoulders as he settled onto the stool. "You sound far too refined to frequent a dump like this."
"I'm Daniel Mitchell," Draco said, holding out his hand, silently chastising himself for coming on too strong. After all, from what he knew of this man, he liked light brown hair and a self-effacing attitude. He needed to be more reserved.
The man didn't seem to care. He took Draco's hand in a firm grip and held on longer than would be considered proper. "Sirius Black."
"Interesting name." Draco ignored the tremors of excitement Black's touch caused to skitter down his spine.
Black shrugged. "It's mine and I suppose it's as good as any." He waved to the bartender, who began pulling a pint from the tap. "So, tell me about yourself, Daniel Mitchell. I've not seen you before. We get so few pretty young boys through here, I'd remember if I had."
Draco had no intention of speaking of himself. The fewer lies told, the fewer fabrications to remember. "If the clientele is so bad, why do you come here?"
Black barked out a laugh. "That's what I keep asking myself. Haven't found the answer yet."
"What do you do for a living?" Draco thought it an appropriate question in this circumstance, but he really knew nothing of the etiquette of a barroom pick-up. His dates had always been with people he knew, or well-connected friends of the family.
Black cocked one eyebrow. He took a swig from the mug the bartender had plunked in front of him, and then asked, "Looking for a sugar-daddy, kid? Can't see why else you'd ask that question in a place like this. Most everyone here's just after a quick fuck. They wouldn't care if you were a prince or a ditch digger."
Draco was trying to recover from his gaffe when Black nudged him with his shoulder. "Because if you are looking for one," he eyed Draco up and down, "we might be able to work something out, depending on how well we complement each other, of course."
Draco spluttered. He was definitely out of his depth, but since getting money from Black was of the utmost importance, he had to play along. The Manor had been in the Malfoy family for generations. Draco'd be damned if it was going to be his parents' woeful financial choices that lost it. Time for that unassuming attitude he'd been practicing. "I… I didn't mean anything by the question." Damn, he wished he could blush on cue.
Black laughed again. "Don't be so nervous. I'm only taking the piss." He leaned in so close, Draco could smell the earthiness of his old leather jacket and the sharp tang of cigarette smoke. Black lowered his voice. "The truth is, though, I have more than enough money to keep several whelps like you in a befitting fashion."
Draco shivered at the closeness. Black radiated a power and charisma Draco had never encountered before, and didn't understand. It seemed to pulse off him in nearly suffocating waves.
Black seemed to sense Draco's discomfort. He chuckled and pulled away, downing at least half his drink. "I've thought about it, you know. I've thought about having a sweet young arse tucked away somewhere so I wouldn't have to troll joints like this whenever I need a pull." He looked at Draco appraisingly again. "You're legal, aren't you?"
"I'm drinking, aren't I?"
"What's that matter?" Black waved a hand dismissively. "I started using fake identification when I was sixteen. That was about the same time I left home."
Ah, the perfect opening, and now that Black wasn't leaning in so close, Draco could think clearly enough to pounce on it. "I'm nineteen," he said, and then rushed on to ask, "You really left home so young? I can't imagine doing that." Of course, he knew the whole story of Sirius Black and his falling out with his family. After all, he'd heard it from his mother and Aunt Bella often enough. Ungrateful child thought he was better than the rest of the Blacks. Called his father a racist, and his mother a bigot. They tossed him out on his ear, but Uncle Alphie, the batty old fool, left him his share of the Black fortune.. It was always said with such derision, such hatred, that Draco had grown up despising Sirius Black, so it was even more off-putting to find the man attractive - magnetic, even.
"Left and never looked back."
"Aren't you in contact with any of your family? It seems so sad that you're alone." And it did, which was an odd thought for Draco, who hadn't been raised to feel empathy for anyone.
"Don't feel sorry for me, kid." Black waggled his eyebrows. "Unless pity will get me into your pants sooner."
Draco laughed. He didn't even have to use his practiced laugh, as Black's proximity was leaving him giddy and unsure. If he hadn't already had his drink when Black approached, he might think it'd been tampered with. He ducked his head, licked his lips, and looked up at Black through his lashes (only just realizing he should have dyed those as well, as they were still almost white). "I… I'm not sure about this." And he wasn't. He'd been certain this was the right move, but with this irresistible man sitting close, his dark eyes fixed so forcefully, Draco wasn't sure he could go through with his plan.. He made to stand, needed to clear his head, but Black's hand on his arm stayed him.
"Believe me, love, you let me near that gorgeous arse of yours and I'll treat you right. Now sit still and talk with me some more. Don't leave an old man sad and lonely."
Draco nodded. "Okay." He smiled the shy smile he'd learned, but for once, it didn't seem fake.
Black beamed at him.
"So, you really don't have anything to do with your relatives?" Draco asked, scrambling to find his footing, hoping to salvage his plan.
"I'm close to one of my cousins and her family, and I have a godson. That's enough for me."
Draco nodded. Of course, he knew that. Aunt Andi and her ill-bred daughter, Dora. "That's good, at least, but there's one thing I don't understand."
"What's that?" Black took a long swallow from a new pint of beer.
Draco hadn't even noticed it being delivered. He took a sip from his own drink. "Since you left home so young, I can't imagine you went to University, but you said you have money." Draco's mind thankfully remembered a bit of the script he'd planned, he widened his eyes and covered his mouth with one hand. "Oh! You're not into anything illegal, are you?" He shifted in his chair, as if again thinking of fleeing.
Black patted Draco's leg, high up on the thigh. "Don't you worry about anything like that."
Draco shifted away a little. To Black he imagined the move might look as if he was still uncomfortable, but in reality, Draco didn't want his cousin to know just how aroused he was becoming. Between all the subterfuge and Black's potent sexuality, Draco was hard and wanting.
Black leaned in again, leaving his hand on Draco's thigh, his fingers inching toward the area Draco longed for him to touch, but wanted him to avoid just a little longer. "Nothing illegal, love. A small inheritance from an open-minded uncle, some ingenuity and balls, and I made all the money I'll ever need.
Draco knew that wasn't a lie. Black was a star in the business world - the man with the golden touch who could take a seemingly ludicrous idea and sell it to the public.
"I meant what I said before." Black had moved closer still. His voice was nothing more than a low growl in Draco's ear.
"About what?" Draco's throat felt as constricted as his cock did. Christ, why did men wear tight trousers to a club where they hoped to get aroused? It seemed counterproductive.
Black licked the shell of Draco's ear and then nipped the lobe. "I'd love a nice boy to take care of. Do you think you could be the one?"
Draco shivered. Sirius Black was overwhelming, incredible. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Black's tongue snaked lower, flicked against Draco's neck. "Tell me."
Draco moaned. His eyes slid closed. This… God… this was the plan: seduce Black, make him fall in love, and then, when he couldn't live without Draco, tell him who he really was. Sirius would accept him, he'd help Draco's family. Then, after Draco drained Sirius of his money, he'd show him the door. That was the plan, but perhaps it needed some adjustments. Draco hadn't expected to be swept away by Sirius Black, to want the man so badly. Perhaps the showing-the-door part would have to be skipped over. "I want to be the one."
Sirius's lips closed around a spot at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He sucked and nibbled the flesh.
Draco's breath caught. It was amazing. He could lose himself in the sensation. He lowered a hand to his lap and pressed on his erection, hoping to ease the ache.
"So beautiful," Sirius murmured as he pulled back.
Draco didn't know if Sirius was talking about him, or the mark that'd been left on his pale skin. "Please."
"Please, what? What do you want, little one?" Sirius leaned back in, this time touching his lips lightly to Draco's.
"You. I just want you."
Batting Draco's hand away from his groin, Sirius replaced it with his own. He rubbed lightly, fingers against Draco's balls, palm catching the side of Draco's cock. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." The pressure on his aching cock was brilliant, but not enough. Draco thrust his hips as far as his seated position would allow, chasing more.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Daniel."
Draco did as he was told.
"Would you give yourself entirely to me? Would you let me fuck you?"
Draco was mad with desire. He needed to be naked with this man as soon as possible. "Anything you want."
Sirius continued rubbing. He leaned in and began laving Draco's ear again.
"Need you," Draco moaned. "Need you inside me."
"I'd love to be," Sirius whispered, his breath tickling Draco's wet ear, "but I don't fuck liars. Especially ones I'm related to… Draco." He pushed away and smirked.
Draco jumped to his feet. He struggled to think clearly, to somehow save the situation. "I… I don’t know what you're talking about."
Sirius stood and crossed his arms over his chest. "You look just like your pathetic father. I'd heard my dear cousin, Cissa, had fallen on hard times, but I never thought she'd pimp out her own son."
Draco's exhilaration had morphed to bone-chilling fear. He had to get away. He had to escape from these horrible feelings Black had conjured in him. How had he let himself get so carried away? His father would be livid. He tried to turn away, but Black caught his arm.
"To answer your earlier question, I come here so I don't have to put up with arrogant sods like the Malfoys. It's been fun, cousin." Black winked and began striding away, but he turned before he was out of hearing distance. "I have no need to pay for sex, but if you ever fancy a tumble, no strings attached, you can find me here."
Draco stood for a moment, hand grasping the bar, stunned. He took a deep breath as he realized not all was lost. His plan might be a shambles, but if he could get Black in bed, there was always blackmail. After all, who wanted to be known as the bloke who shagged his twenty-years-younger cousin? Yes, that was it. A hotel room, a hidden recorder, and Malfoy Manor would be saved. Draco hummed contentedly as he made his way out of the club.
end