Brash Bets

[dracogotgame]

Title: Brash Bets
Word Count: 2,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, Slash, bondange, initial dub-con, exhibitionism
Summary: A bet is made.
Author's notes: Written for hd_writers' WBTH Challenge, Assignment 15: A fic set in a list of given locations. This is for The Quidditch Pitch and Any Common Room.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter


A cool breeze drifted through the Quidditch Pitch, sending a shiver down Draco’s spine. It was bracing, but certainly not enough to catch a chill yet. Besides, Draco had other things to worry about. The ground was hard and unforgiving where he knelt. The ropes tying his hands back were tight and unyielding and his shoulders ached from the strain. But that didn’t really worry Draco either.

However, the thought - the very idea - that someone might just walk outside and see him trussed up on the Quidditch Pitch, bare arse naked and waiting for his humiliation to begin was enough to send him reeling from panic.

Yes, if Draco wanted to worry, he would worry about that bit.

He bit his lip, trying to fight the shuddering gasps that threatened to escape him. He had no one to blame but himself for this. If he hadn’t agreed to that stupid bet…

“I was half afraid you wouldn’t be here.”

Draco jumped as a soft, husky voice brushed his ear. Potter’s breath tickled the delicate skin, sending an altogether different shiver through him. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for, Malfoy,” he whispered.

Draco growled as Potter’s utterance of his name brought the reality of the situation back to him. “Just get on with it, you bastard,” he spat, flushing furiously and cursing himself all over again for letting Potter put him in this appalling situation.

Potter chuckled. “Such a convincing show of outrage,” he crooned. “I actually believed you for a second.”

If Draco’s hands weren’t tied firmly behind his back, he would have taken a swing at the git. “I don’t want this,” he snarled.

Soft footsteps echoed as Potter came forward, kneeling down next to him. His green eyes glinted in the dim moonlight, his mouth twisted in the mockery of a kind smile. His hand- warm and calloused- traced Draco’s cheek. Draco shivered under the seemingly innocent touch, closing his eyes on instinct. Potter’s fingers drifted to his lips, pressing down softly on soft, full skin. Unable to suppress his reaction to the gentle attention, Draco groaned.

Potter chuckled. “No, not eager at all,” he teased lightly. Draco’s answering growl brought a grin to his lips. “Stop playing hard to get, Malfoy. It’s fairly obvious you lost our little bet on purpose.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “I…I didn’t,” he stammered. He wondered if Potter could feel the frantic pulse hammering against his throat.

“Mm,” the other replied noncommittally. “Have it your way. I still maintain that you usually give me a tougher fight for the snitch.”

Draco’s irritation surged again, and he resolutely told himself it was thanks to Potter was being a prat and not because he was hitting too close to home. He glared at his smirking rival, murder in his eyes. “Just get on with it,” he gritted. “If anyone sees this, I’ll never live it down.”

“No one will see,” Potter replied, his hand tightening possessively against Draco's nape. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this and don’t you forget it.”

Draco’s world spun at Potter’s declaration. By the time he had a handle on his exceedingly unfortunate circumstances, Potter’s arms were around him and his lips were tracing the skin of Draco’s throat. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant and Draco tipped his head back, eager for more.

“So very willing,” Potter smirked against his skin, his hands stroking their way down Draco’s bare side.

“Am not,” Draco protested, even as he parted his legs to give Potter something to work with. Potter chuckled with amusement and obliged, tracing the inside of his thigh this time. Draco whimpered as teasing fingers flitted over sensitive skin, expertly avoiding his cock. He was rock hard from a little groping- if it could even be called that- and vaguely, he knew he would never, ever forgive himself for this, but it just didn’t seem as important right now.

“I should make you beg,” Potter growled softly, his eyes darkening as Draco writhed under his dancing fingers. “You’d do it too. You’d get on your hands and knees and present your arse to me, begging and moaning and pleading for my cock buried deep inside you.”

“No,” Draco half sobbed, half whispered even as Potter traced a delicate line over his cock with the tip of his finger.

“Oh no?” Potter challenged, leaning closer. “Well, we’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

“Potter, no!” Draco whimpered, as his torment started again. Potter’s tongue was everywhere and nowhere that he wanted it to be. It flit against his throat and laved his nipples and danced over his delicate hipbones. A firm hand wrapped around Draco’s cock, stroking him oh so slowly. It was torture of the worst sort and he knew, he just knew that Potter was going to take his pride and shatter it to pieces before he gave him what he needed. The trouble was he wasn’t sure if he minded so much.

“Look at you. Absolutely gorgeous,” Potter murmured softly, his hands drifting to Draco’s arse now. Draco’s squeak of alarm dissolved into a wanton moan as slick fingers traced his entrance teasingly. Oh Merlin, he was going to die of frustration! “Potter,” he gasped. “Please. Don’t make me…”

“Ask for it,” Potter urged, licking soothingly at his trembling bottom lip. “I can give you everything you want, Draco. All you have to do is ask.”

“No,” Draco gasped, turning his face stubbornly. But he couldn’t stop himself from trying to buck against Potter’s leg. The cruel bastard chuckled and shifted slightly, moving just out of reach. “Beg me for it,” he ordered again, his hand tightening on Draco’s raging cock again. The shift of Potter’s fingers, the teasing swipe at his slit was all it took.

“Please!” The wail that escaped his throat was almost animalistic and Draco didn’t give a damn. It was too much. Pride be damned, Potter had won. And Draco would give him anything if he would just…

“Please,” he whimpered again. Potter swooped in and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Draco’s eyes fluttered as his insistent tongue invaded his mouth, claiming his mouth. When Potter finally saw fit to release him, he was panting and he could barely sit straight anymore. Potter held him up, his obsidian eyes burning Draco’s skin with their gaze. “Please what?” he hissed predatorily, gripping his hips with punishing fingers.

“Anything!” Draco panted, bucking frantically against him. “Please, please! Just…just anything…”

Potter growled and broke away from him. Draco almost wailed in despair at the loss of contact. The next second a firm hand was on his back, pushing him face down. He pressed his cheek into the cool grass and gasped as Potter’s fingers stroked his exposed arse proprietarily. “I told you,” he said, and Draco heard the grin in his voice. He didn’t have it in him to snap anymore. Instead he pushed back into Potter’s hands, moaning in gratification when strong fingers squeezed possessively.

“P-please. Please just…”

“Soon, pretty one. Very soon.”

His soothing words did nothing to ease Draco and he whined and writhed until Potter lost patience and landed a smack on his bum. The skin burned under the sharp sting and Draco gasped, bucking instinctively. Potter chuckled and traced a lubricated finger against his entrance again. Draco moaned as the finger eased its way inside him, slowly and carefully. It was…good but not enough.

“More,” he whined, pushing demandingly against the invasion.

“Greedy little slut,” Potter chuckled. “Very well, have it your way.” Draco held his breath as he registered movement. The unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down and then Potter was behind him, hands gripping tightly at his hips and his thighs brushing Draco’s. “Remember,” he purred, aligning his hard length to Draco’s eager hole. “You begged for this.”

And then with one smooth thrust, that glorious, hot, hard length was inside him and Draco screamed, his head falling back. The sounds of Potter’s harsh breathing filled his ears and the feeling of his cock stretching him from the inside…

“You’re mine now,” Potter growled, pulling back and thrusting into him urgently. “Only I can give you this. Give you what you so obviously need. Just me. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yes!” Draco gasped, pushing back as he desperately sought contact. His hands chafed against the ropes that held him and he cursed himself for his limited movement, but then Potter had his cock in a firm grip again and Draco’s eyes rolled at the combined sensations- his mind losing all semblance of coherent thought. All he could concentrate on was Potter’s hands and his lips and his cock…his wonderful, wonderful cock ramming into him and hitting that spot and…

“Come on,” Potter hissed through his teeth. “Come for me.”

Potter thrust again, brushing his prostate and Draco screamed as he was propelled to the brink of orgasm. His wail of ecstasy rang through his ears, cutting through the silence as he spurted his release. “Harry!” he gasped, unable to stop himself. “Oh Merlin, Harry…”

“Draco,” Potter purred, stroking his back and his hair soothingly. “Draco. Draco. My Draco…”

****

“Draco. Draco! Oh for Merlin’s…Draco!”

Draco’s eyes snapped open and he found himself looking into eyes that were most certainly not green. He yelped in alarm, flailing violently and nearly toppling off the couch. Pansy backed away with a squeak, hovering near the mantle with a look of alarm on her face.

“Are you okay?” she demanded. “You were kicking up quite the racket there.”

Draco blinked at her, struggling to function. He nodded slowly. “Fine,” he rasped. “Just…just a dream.” He flushed as he shifted subtly, hoping desperately that Pansy hadn’t noticed the…consequences of his little night time fantasy. She didn’t seem too convinced.

“I see,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Well, you really shouldn’t fall asleep in the Common Room, you know. Why aren’t you in your own bed anyway?”

“I…I came down here to read, I think. Just thinking about the match today.” Of course, he declined to mention that he’d been browsing through one of Theo’s ‘magazines’ when he had fallen asleep. That would explain the ludicrous dream. Just a stupid dream… Draco wondered why he felt so disappointed.

“Boys and their Quidditch.” Pansy shook her head in exasperation. “You worked yourself into a state, didn’t you? Well, you might as well get up. Get some breakfast too. It won’t do to lose to Potter first match in the season.”

“No,” Draco mumbled. “It wouldn’t.”

Privately though, he wasn’t so sure if it would be that terrible. Shaking his head, Draco got up and left the Slytherin Common Room, leaving Pansy staring after him with a frown on her face.

****
“Alright, Malfoy?”

Draco jumped and whirled around, scowling as Potter approached him. He strode across the Pitch with his broomstick hauled over his shoulder. Draco suppressed a groan of frustration. Having Potter ambling about in the Quidditch Pitch was hardly what he needed right now. The memory of his wayward dream came back to haunt him and Draco swallowed before lifting his chin and staring his rival down.

“Fine Potter,” he bit out. “Just getting some air.”

Potter smirked. “You look a bit tense,” he commented. “Not nervous about the match, are you?”

“No!” Draco snapped. “I’m not and I wish everyone would stop asking me that! It’s just a stupid match and I can beat your arse hollow any time I please.”

Potter seemed a bit taken aback by his sudden implosion but then an amused smile pulled at his lips. “Well, no one can fault you for lacking spirit,” he grinned. “Good luck today, Malfoy.”

Draco scowled petulantly. “I don’t need luck. I can beat you. I can beat you just fine!”

“That’s adorable,” Potter chuckled. “I almost believed you for a second.”

I almost believed you for a second.

Draco halted mid tantrum and his eyes widened as Potter looked him over appreciatively, his eyes darkening every so slightly. Draco's breathing hitched in response.

“I…I can,” he argued weakly, even as a shiver went down his spine again.

Potter’s eyes darkened in response. “Is that so?” he purred, coming closer. “Then, why don’t we make this interesting?”

Draco’s head swam as the blood surged to his cock. “H-how?”

Potter’s grin widened. “Care to make a bet, Malfoy?”

END