Come Play
Title: Come Play
Author: mon_ami_runa
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100 x 4
Characters/pairings: Harry & Draco
Rating: R
Genre: Established, Smut
Warning(s): Slash?
Challenge: 57 Stalking
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR’s.
Authors Notes: Not beta-read, any mistakes are all mine. Reviews are love :)
EDIT: The pick up line comes from here *squishes kbybee*:
http://www.pickuplinesgalore.com/harrypotter.html
“This ends today” Harry though as he stormed up to the doors of the club, hexed the bouncer, slapped away some groping hands in the foyer and entered the new gentlemen’s club.
The manager took one look at his forehead and returned to his office. Harry followed and ten minutes later he came out smirking.
As he stalked over to the pool table he noticed some idiot addressing his Draco.
“Being without you is like being afflicted with the Cruciatus Curse.” The man simpered.
However Harry glare that promised a real taste of the curse made him flee double quick.
In the club main room, Harry quickly surveyed the game, one well placed shot and his lover would win. Deciding he couldn’t wait, he bent over him, took hold of the stick below Draco’s grip, took careful aim and pushed with all his body. His lover trembled as all the balls went neatly into the pockets they were meant to.
“I see you are still in the stalk . . .” Draco began only to be silenced by Harry’s mouth, the stick still held by both.
“Tell me, love, do you come for the game or the flirting?” Harry growled.
Having Draco between a pool table and his own body made Harry think all the filthy things they could do to together.
Draco just stared at him, albeit a little breathlessly and pushed him away and turned back to the new game that was just being set up.
“Call me a stalker all you like but I don’t like the idea of you bent over a table and me not there with you” Harry said directly into his dragon’s ear.
“Besides, as of an hour ago we have our own pool table at home, we can play there now.
No more than a quarter hour after that Harry was reaping the reward for his stalking in full. They had played a very dirty game of pool and now he was collecting the spoils as any good winner should.
The sight of Draco, splayed out on the table, blond hair on vivid green, with his hands held back by the stick Harry had placed there, made him push all the harder.
Harry grinned as the table didn’t even groan as they both landed heavily on it. He gently helped Draco roll then bent him over again and resumed the christening.
Author: mon_ami_runa
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100 x 4
Characters/pairings: Harry & Draco
Rating: R
Genre: Established, Smut
Warning(s): Slash?
Challenge: 57 Stalking
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR’s.
Authors Notes: Not beta-read, any mistakes are all mine. Reviews are love :)
EDIT: The pick up line comes from here *squishes kbybee*:
http://www.pickuplinesgalore.com/harrypotter.html
“This ends today” Harry though as he stormed up to the doors of the club, hexed the bouncer, slapped away some groping hands in the foyer and entered the new gentlemen’s club.
The manager took one look at his forehead and returned to his office. Harry followed and ten minutes later he came out smirking.
As he stalked over to the pool table he noticed some idiot addressing his Draco.
“Being without you is like being afflicted with the Cruciatus Curse.” The man simpered.
However Harry glare that promised a real taste of the curse made him flee double quick.
In the club main room, Harry quickly surveyed the game, one well placed shot and his lover would win. Deciding he couldn’t wait, he bent over him, took hold of the stick below Draco’s grip, took careful aim and pushed with all his body. His lover trembled as all the balls went neatly into the pockets they were meant to.
“I see you are still in the stalk . . .” Draco began only to be silenced by Harry’s mouth, the stick still held by both.
“Tell me, love, do you come for the game or the flirting?” Harry growled.
Having Draco between a pool table and his own body made Harry think all the filthy things they could do to together.
Draco just stared at him, albeit a little breathlessly and pushed him away and turned back to the new game that was just being set up.
“Call me a stalker all you like but I don’t like the idea of you bent over a table and me not there with you” Harry said directly into his dragon’s ear.
“Besides, as of an hour ago we have our own pool table at home, we can play there now.
No more than a quarter hour after that Harry was reaping the reward for his stalking in full. They had played a very dirty game of pool and now he was collecting the spoils as any good winner should.
The sight of Draco, splayed out on the table, blond hair on vivid green, with his hands held back by the stick Harry had placed there, made him push all the harder.
Harry grinned as the table didn’t even groan as they both landed heavily on it. He gently helped Draco roll then bent him over again and resumed the christening.