Percy/Death Eater fic for sortinghatdrabs
I took runner-up in last week's sortinghatdrabs contest. The pairing was Percy/Any Death Eater, and the prompt was 'piercing'.
Title: Something Special
Words: 485
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Sex act between two men
Lips fluttered along the neckline of Percy’s robes, dampening the fabric, quickening his heartbeat. Despite how good it felt, he tried to push the older man away. “We… we shouldn’t.”
A low, rumbling voice murmured against his chest, “Why not? We’re both adults.”
Percy didn’t feel much like an adult, not when he was back at Hogwarts only a few months since he’d been a student. Really, he looked no different than dozens of Seventh-Years roaming the corridors. He attempted to free himself from the strong arms that pinned him to the wall, but in truth it was a half-hearted effort. “Not here… not at Hogwarts.”
“Where else?” The man chuckled. He popped open one button of Percy’s robes, then another.
“I… I can’t be seen like this.” It was one thing to exchange heated glances during the feast, quite another to act on them.
“No one will see. This classroom is unused. Besides, everyone is too occupied with the Goblet of Fire to notice our absence.” Lips and tongue laved newly revealed skin. “You deserve this, Percy, for the way your brothers mock you, for the insult of a boss who doesn’t know your name. Are you always treated so unfairly?”
The talking ceased. More skin was freed. The maddening fingers and tongue skittered lower.
Percy’s mind bounced from being lost in sensation to finding rational thought. If Mr. Crouch found him like this he’d lose his job, his future, but how could he stop this when teeth teased at a sensitive nipple? Sensation overtook reason once more. He moaned and pushed his hips forward, chasing pressure.
“That’s it. You’re so smart, Percy, so smart and beautiful… so very special.”
No one ever called him special. He was always one of the Weasley herd. Just another ginger. So for this man, Percy would try to forget the Goblet of Fire, and Mr. Crouch, and the wall of piercing-cold stone at his back. He deserved this. He was meant to be something, and finally someone understood his potential. When the mouth moved lower, he let its heat chase away any lingering worries. When fingers tugged down his trousers and smalls, Percy didn’t care about anything except imminent intimate contact.
Nearly as soon as his cock was engulfed in wet warmth, Percy came, pulsing down a welcoming throat, shattering into a million perfect pieces.
The man stood and pulled Percy into his arms, rubbed his back, dropped kisses into his hair.
This was a proper lover, one who would understand Percy’s ambition and respect his discretion. This wasn’t a schoolboy, like Oliver, who wanted to shout his love to the world. Percy, sated and content, relaxed, breathed in the scent of smoke and spice. It took a moment to realize his new lover was whispering words into his hair.
“Tell me, love. Tell me about the tasks. Tell me all you know,” Igor Karkaroff quietly urged.
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