In Search of What Comes Easy - Part 9
Title: In Search of What Comes Easy
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 9 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R.
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
Violence warning in effect for this chapter!! (Nothing too horrific...)
~~Part 9~~
It is only there, lost in the unyielding music and heat of the Brian's body, that Draco finally lets go.
Brian had suffered a momentary gut check but had pushed through. And in all reality, Draco's concern had probably done more harm than good. He had experienced, on a much smaller scale, the discomfort and seclusion Draco had felt all his years in Pittsburgh, living with the burden of such a strange truth. The number of times Draco's resolve had weakened, only to harden once more during that time, is uncountable so he does not fault Brian for his moment of reevaluation.
But the real reason Draco lets his head fall back as he feels the music, is because Brian had said it. He had said we. Saying with one little word that the secret about his true nature as a wizard is no longer a burden he has to bear alone. It is their secret now. And Draco cannot stop the wry smirk on his lips at the feeling that he just might have stolen something from Brian that he no intention of giving away. His nameless, inadvertent commitment.
The gang joins them on the dance floor. Even Ted gets in on the action, dancing with his own, stately grove. Michael steals Brian away and Draco finds himself dancing with Emmett. The flamboyant man moving with such unabashed vibrancy, such a joy for life that it is positively infectious.
"Next rounds on me." Draco yells over the music, slipping away from Emmett with a quick kiss to his cheek. He slaps Brian soundly on the ass as he passes, receiving a scandalized look from the brunette. With a shake of his hips, that even Emmett would be proud of, Draco flashes a playful smile over his shoulder. Daring him to come and get it. Brian licks his lips, shaking his head slowly. A promise that payment will be collected later for that little stunt.
As Draco waits for the bartender to fix their drinks, he reflects again on how strange it is to be so happy with a life like this. Surrounded by these men, obsessed with the ins and outs of their sordid affairs, passing his nights at bars and dance clubs and another man's bed. It may not be the life that his parent's had intended for him to live, but it is his. And as Emmett and Ted sing out the chorus of the current song, terribly of tune but full of heart, a bittersweetness floods his veins. It isn't just Brian he will miss in New York.
"Well, someone is in a far better mood than the last time I saw him."
Draco's body reacts to the sound of the voice before his mind even has time to put name to face. His muscles clench as he resists the instinctive urge to flee. Remembered torment resurfaces and coils in his gut.
What a fucking joke you are...you make me sick...worthless piece of Death Eater filth...
Perry. The wizard he and Brian had taken home, to their bed. Only to have him use an illegal sex spell on Brian and spew vile words of hate to Draco. His head spins at being face to face once more with the man who had wreaked so much havoc in his life. And yet, so much has changed in the interim, Draco cannot help but face him with more confidence. Allowing him to fear this man less and dislike him more.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco asks, injecting a sufficient amount of venom into his words.
"I could ask you the same thing. You haven't been here for weeks, not since...well," He flashes a smarmy smile. "You know when."
"I've been out of the country."
"Oh I see. Went to go hobnob with your old comrades then?"
"Not that is it any of your fucking business," Draco hisses, "But no. I went home."
"Well that's the same thing isn't it? Hard to avoid those former allies when mummy and daddy were part of the same, inner sanctum. Draco Malfoy." Perry starts haughtily, examining his nails as he speaks. "Born June 5th, 1980 to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy in Wiltshire, England. Youngest person ever to join the Dark Lord's ranks. Am I right?" Draco tries not to show his reaction, but he can feel his nostrils flare, his chest constricting. How the hell does he know this?
"I did some checking up on you. Old Prophet articles. Court transcripts. You really were in the thick of it, weren't you? Even had You-Know-Who living at your house?"
"You always do a full background checks on your one night stands?" Draco spits, tapping his fingers impatiently on the bar. "Where the fuck are my drinks?"
"Not usually." Perry answers, then drops his voice precariously low. "Only the ones I think should be locked up. Or Kissed."
Draco stares at him. Appalled, not by the man's bigotry, but at the gaul he has to actually say these things to Draco's face. Back handed contempt is one thing, but such overt hatred...that is when things become dangerous.
Draco looks quickly back at the dance floor, eyes flitting to where Brian still dances with Michael. His arms around the other man's neck, laughing. He gives Draco a quick nod when their eyes meet but he remains entirely unaware of Draco's situation.
"Ahh, Mister-nine-and-a half-inches-cut." Perry says, following Draco's gaze. "I figured he'd dumped you a long time ago, all the times I'd seen him here without you. But don't worry. He certainly wasn't lonely, considering all the time he spent in the back room."
Perry turns towards the bar and takes a sip of his drink, thinking he has just doused Draco with a heap of scandal. But Draco only snorts softly, giving him a crooked smile.
"And tell me, just how many times did he reject you there, hm?"
Perry's winces, as Draco's words land a solid blow but the American wizard's aggression returns quickly.
"What would I want with him? He disgusts me, hanging out with the likes of you."
"You didn't seem to mind him so much when his cock with down your throat. And mine was up your ass." Draco takes a threatening step closer. Perry holds his ground.
"Well, just as I said. Your kind isn't good for anything else but being whored out."
They are nose to nose now. Eyes boring into the other's. The air between them cackling and snapping with potential violence. Draco's eyelids twitch, his lip curling into a cliched Malfoy sneer. All he wants to do is smash that superior grin off of Perry's face. And since he left his wand at home, his fists will have to suffice.
He gets one good punch in - knuckles pulverizing the supple skin over Perry's teeth - before all hell breaks loose.
Hand to hand combat is not something Pureblood wizards such as Draco are accustomed to. Gentlemanly disputes were always solved with the more familiar decorum and cleanliness of a duel. But as he and Perry tumble to the filthy club floor, fists and knees swinging wildly, he can't help but think this feels a damn right better.
His left hand twists up in the fabric of Perry's shirt as he tries to keep the man close enough to hit, while not letting the opposing blows reach him. He flails his free arm, connecting again and again to any part of Perry's body he can manage. The other man curses, enraged shrieks and slurs fill Draco's ears. And they are almost loud enough to drown out the pounding in his ears. Perry's knee lands squarely in his gut, taking all the air in his lungs with it. Draco is frozen with panic and pain and Perry takes the opportunity to land a solid punch right on Draco's face. With a ragged breath, Draco closes his eyes, pushes past the burning in his lungs to growl. He forces Perry onto his back, ready for the next round of assault.
Then suddenly, they are yanked apart. Draco's feet slip beneath him as he struggles to find his balance. Ted's steady hands are on his chest, pushing him back, blocking him from Perry. And Brian's voice is at his ear.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He hisses, redoubling his death-grip on Draco's belt and arm.
Across the way, a bouncer is holding Perry back in a similar fashion. His shirt is torn, hanging limply off his shoulder. A line of blood dripping from the corner of his swollen mouth down his neck. Draco's hand is throbbing and a dull pain is spreading from his ribs.
"I don't know who it is you boys are fighting over but he isn't worth it." The bartender says from where he stands between them. Arms stretched out like a referee at a boxing match.
"You're right." Perry says breathlessly. "He isn't worth shit." He spits in Draco's direction, his saliva blood stained. Then with a turn of his heel, he rips his arm from the bouncer's grasp and pushes his way out of the club.
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 9 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R.
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
Violence warning in effect for this chapter!! (Nothing too horrific...)
~~Part 9~~
It is only there, lost in the unyielding music and heat of the Brian's body, that Draco finally lets go.
Brian had suffered a momentary gut check but had pushed through. And in all reality, Draco's concern had probably done more harm than good. He had experienced, on a much smaller scale, the discomfort and seclusion Draco had felt all his years in Pittsburgh, living with the burden of such a strange truth. The number of times Draco's resolve had weakened, only to harden once more during that time, is uncountable so he does not fault Brian for his moment of reevaluation.
But the real reason Draco lets his head fall back as he feels the music, is because Brian had said it. He had said we. Saying with one little word that the secret about his true nature as a wizard is no longer a burden he has to bear alone. It is their secret now. And Draco cannot stop the wry smirk on his lips at the feeling that he just might have stolen something from Brian that he no intention of giving away. His nameless, inadvertent commitment.
The gang joins them on the dance floor. Even Ted gets in on the action, dancing with his own, stately grove. Michael steals Brian away and Draco finds himself dancing with Emmett. The flamboyant man moving with such unabashed vibrancy, such a joy for life that it is positively infectious.
"Next rounds on me." Draco yells over the music, slipping away from Emmett with a quick kiss to his cheek. He slaps Brian soundly on the ass as he passes, receiving a scandalized look from the brunette. With a shake of his hips, that even Emmett would be proud of, Draco flashes a playful smile over his shoulder. Daring him to come and get it. Brian licks his lips, shaking his head slowly. A promise that payment will be collected later for that little stunt.
As Draco waits for the bartender to fix their drinks, he reflects again on how strange it is to be so happy with a life like this. Surrounded by these men, obsessed with the ins and outs of their sordid affairs, passing his nights at bars and dance clubs and another man's bed. It may not be the life that his parent's had intended for him to live, but it is his. And as Emmett and Ted sing out the chorus of the current song, terribly of tune but full of heart, a bittersweetness floods his veins. It isn't just Brian he will miss in New York.
"Well, someone is in a far better mood than the last time I saw him."
Draco's body reacts to the sound of the voice before his mind even has time to put name to face. His muscles clench as he resists the instinctive urge to flee. Remembered torment resurfaces and coils in his gut.
What a fucking joke you are...you make me sick...worthless piece of Death Eater filth...
Perry. The wizard he and Brian had taken home, to their bed. Only to have him use an illegal sex spell on Brian and spew vile words of hate to Draco. His head spins at being face to face once more with the man who had wreaked so much havoc in his life. And yet, so much has changed in the interim, Draco cannot help but face him with more confidence. Allowing him to fear this man less and dislike him more.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco asks, injecting a sufficient amount of venom into his words.
"I could ask you the same thing. You haven't been here for weeks, not since...well," He flashes a smarmy smile. "You know when."
"I've been out of the country."
"Oh I see. Went to go hobnob with your old comrades then?"
"Not that is it any of your fucking business," Draco hisses, "But no. I went home."
"Well that's the same thing isn't it? Hard to avoid those former allies when mummy and daddy were part of the same, inner sanctum. Draco Malfoy." Perry starts haughtily, examining his nails as he speaks. "Born June 5th, 1980 to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy in Wiltshire, England. Youngest person ever to join the Dark Lord's ranks. Am I right?" Draco tries not to show his reaction, but he can feel his nostrils flare, his chest constricting. How the hell does he know this?
"I did some checking up on you. Old Prophet articles. Court transcripts. You really were in the thick of it, weren't you? Even had You-Know-Who living at your house?"
"You always do a full background checks on your one night stands?" Draco spits, tapping his fingers impatiently on the bar. "Where the fuck are my drinks?"
"Not usually." Perry answers, then drops his voice precariously low. "Only the ones I think should be locked up. Or Kissed."
Draco stares at him. Appalled, not by the man's bigotry, but at the gaul he has to actually say these things to Draco's face. Back handed contempt is one thing, but such overt hatred...that is when things become dangerous.
Draco looks quickly back at the dance floor, eyes flitting to where Brian still dances with Michael. His arms around the other man's neck, laughing. He gives Draco a quick nod when their eyes meet but he remains entirely unaware of Draco's situation.
"Ahh, Mister-nine-and-a half-inches-cut." Perry says, following Draco's gaze. "I figured he'd dumped you a long time ago, all the times I'd seen him here without you. But don't worry. He certainly wasn't lonely, considering all the time he spent in the back room."
Perry turns towards the bar and takes a sip of his drink, thinking he has just doused Draco with a heap of scandal. But Draco only snorts softly, giving him a crooked smile.
"And tell me, just how many times did he reject you there, hm?"
Perry's winces, as Draco's words land a solid blow but the American wizard's aggression returns quickly.
"What would I want with him? He disgusts me, hanging out with the likes of you."
"You didn't seem to mind him so much when his cock with down your throat. And mine was up your ass." Draco takes a threatening step closer. Perry holds his ground.
"Well, just as I said. Your kind isn't good for anything else but being whored out."
They are nose to nose now. Eyes boring into the other's. The air between them cackling and snapping with potential violence. Draco's eyelids twitch, his lip curling into a cliched Malfoy sneer. All he wants to do is smash that superior grin off of Perry's face. And since he left his wand at home, his fists will have to suffice.
He gets one good punch in - knuckles pulverizing the supple skin over Perry's teeth - before all hell breaks loose.
Hand to hand combat is not something Pureblood wizards such as Draco are accustomed to. Gentlemanly disputes were always solved with the more familiar decorum and cleanliness of a duel. But as he and Perry tumble to the filthy club floor, fists and knees swinging wildly, he can't help but think this feels a damn right better.
His left hand twists up in the fabric of Perry's shirt as he tries to keep the man close enough to hit, while not letting the opposing blows reach him. He flails his free arm, connecting again and again to any part of Perry's body he can manage. The other man curses, enraged shrieks and slurs fill Draco's ears. And they are almost loud enough to drown out the pounding in his ears. Perry's knee lands squarely in his gut, taking all the air in his lungs with it. Draco is frozen with panic and pain and Perry takes the opportunity to land a solid punch right on Draco's face. With a ragged breath, Draco closes his eyes, pushes past the burning in his lungs to growl. He forces Perry onto his back, ready for the next round of assault.
Then suddenly, they are yanked apart. Draco's feet slip beneath him as he struggles to find his balance. Ted's steady hands are on his chest, pushing him back, blocking him from Perry. And Brian's voice is at his ear.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He hisses, redoubling his death-grip on Draco's belt and arm.
Across the way, a bouncer is holding Perry back in a similar fashion. His shirt is torn, hanging limply off his shoulder. A line of blood dripping from the corner of his swollen mouth down his neck. Draco's hand is throbbing and a dull pain is spreading from his ribs.
"I don't know who it is you boys are fighting over but he isn't worth it." The bartender says from where he stands between them. Arms stretched out like a referee at a boxing match.
"You're right." Perry says breathlessly. "He isn't worth shit." He spits in Draco's direction, his saliva blood stained. Then with a turn of his heel, he rips his arm from the bouncer's grasp and pushes his way out of the club.