Birthday!gift; AWDT: Body Guarding
Title: Body Guarding
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word count: 2150
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, rimming (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for leo_draconis, who posted a list of various prompts: sex, non-established, protective!Draco, rimming, jealousy, no preference for top/bottom. Also uses the current awdt prompt of "Do you know how weird it is to turn around and see you?"
Summary: Puddlemere's star Seeker needs a bodyguard. Enter Auror Malfoy.
It was all very surreal, and were it not for the gravity of the situation Draco might even have laughed. After years of rigorous training and harsh experience, Draco was now one of the Ministry's top Aurors. Meanwhile, Harry Potter, whom everyone had assumed would join the Auror Department, had opted instead for a professional Quidditch career. Of course, Potter was brilliant at it, and he had a legion of admiring fans. Some of them were a tad more fanatical than others, and that was where Draco came in. Potter had been receiving increasingly bizarre letters from a so-called fan who fancied him or herself to be in love with the git. Potter was unconcerned, and Draco had overheard him say, 'If I can kill a dark lord, I can handle one overenthusiastic fan.'
The front office of Puddlemere United disagreed with Potter's proclamation, which is why they had paid a hefty sum to the Ministry to secure one of their best Aurors to provide round the clock protection for their star Seeker. Potter hated the arrangement and made sure to tell Draco about it on a regular basis.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to stave off a headache.
"Merlin's mittens, Malfoy!" Potter was bitching. "Must you follow me everywhere? I assure you, I can manage to use the loo on my own. Do you know how weird it is to turn around and see you there?"
"Don't worry, Potter," drawled Draco. "I won't ruin your reputation by running to The Daily Prophet with the news that the Chosen One likes to read the funnies while seated on his porcelain throne." The bathroom door slammed in his face.
~*~
Potter received two more letters over the course of the next few days. The first nattered on about the upcoming nuptials of Potter and the mysterious author, and the next was a howler that ranted over the fact that Potter hadn't been by to visit his admirer. Draco had opened both of them and submitted them to the Ministry for evidence in the case they were building against Potter's unknown stalker.
Potter himself didn't miss a beat, carrying on as if nothing untoward was happening around him. Draco had come to the conclusion that Potter was alternately the most boring person he knew and the most diabolical. Potter either spent his free time in his flat watching the telly and listening to music, or else he would make it a point to visit as many Weasleys and gay clubs as he could manage. Unknown to Potter, Draco found the clubs much more tolerable than the Weasleys. After all, he was a patron of a couple of the more upscale clubs. If Potter knew about Draco's sexual orientation, he hadn't mentioned it. For Draco, however, the fact that Potter preferred males was proving to be a huge distraction. He couldn't deny he found Potter attractive, and knowing that Potter wasn't as out of reach as Draco had once believed was contributing to many sleepless nights. Fortunately for Draco, he had been conditioned to function on very little sleep.
~*~
When Puddlemere went on an extended road trip, Draco was obligated to travel with the team to continue in his role as Potter's bodyguard. They were forced to share a hotel room, which seemed to disappoint Potter's usual roommate--a bloke named Burke St Cyr. When the team checked into the hotel, Potter and St Cyr made a big production of hugging one another and declaring how much they would miss each other. By the time Draco escorted Potter to their room, he was stewing with irrational jealousy.
"How much longer must I put up with you?" Potter sulked as he flung himself across one of the beds.
"I apologize for the fact that my presence means you can't spend this trip merrily banging your boyfriend," Draco snapped.
"He's not my boyfriend," Potter replied with a yawn and an arching stretch that caused his shirt to ride up and expose a strip of his taut abdomen.
Lust surged through Draco, and he turned away without a word to begin setting the intricate wards he had learned and perfected as an Auror. He had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by Potter's raw sex appeal.
~*~
Draco found that ignoring Potter was not so easy, and he was beginning to suspect that Potter was deliberately winding him up. Potter was utterly shameless about wanking in bed while Draco had to lie in the next bed and listen as he pleasured himself. He dragged Draco to more gay clubs, where he danced with multiple partners while Draco had to remain alert and vigilant for any potential threats to Potter's health and well-being.
Potter had the nerve to get angry when Draco refused to allow him to go off with a random bloke in one of the clubs. He was still fuming when they returned to the hotel. "You may be my bodyguard, Malfoy, but you're not my mother," he ranted. "I'm randy, I need a good fuck, and you've gone and ruined it, you ruddy cock blocker!"
Draco's temper had been steadily building, and it suddenly boiled over. He grabbed Potter and shut him up in the most efficient manner possible. Draco's mouth crashed onto Potter's with a clash of teeth and a rumbling growl. Potter stiffened in resistance for an instant before his hands came up to grasp at Draco's shoulder and hair. He gave as good as he got, kissing back with fierce intensity. Draco didn't realize he'd been pushing Potter back until the two of them tumbled onto one of the beds. Chagrined by his unprofessional behavior, Draco tried to break free. Potter, however, was having none of it. His grip on Draco tightened, and he pulled Draco down until their bodies were pressed together from shoulders to knees. Potter parted his legs and Draco's hips unconsciously shifted to nestle between them. Draco could feel Potter's hardness through the layers of their clothing, and he ground down, rubbing their erections together.
"Fuck, Malfoy," Potter groaned.
Fucking quickly became Draco's sole focus. He was hot and aching, and Potter had been driving him to madness all week long. With a snarl, Draco grabbed the edges of Potter's shirt and yanked, popping and scattering buttons across the bed. He swooped down and latched onto a dusky nipple, causing Potter to keen and arch up beneath him. Draco treated the other nipple to the same rough attention, sucking the nub between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Potter's hand worked up under Draco's shirt to grasp at his naked back with bruising force.
Draco sat back and undid Potter's trousers with quick, efficient fingers. Potter helped by lifting his hips to allow Draco to tug his trousers and boxers down. A brief struggle with shoes followed before Draco was able to strip Potter from the waist down. Not willing to give Potter a chance to change his mind, Draco bent his head and took Potter's cock in his mouth. Potter gave a gurgling cry and jolted. Fingers tangled painfully in Draco's hair, but it only stoked the flames of his desire. His head bobbed over Potter's groin, taking him deeper each time. Potter whined and panted beneath him, pleading for some relief from the throbbing ache that was building between them. Draco raised his head and spied Potter's lubricant on the night stand. He stretched forward and grabbed it. "Turn over," he commanded, undoing his own trousers to free his swollen shaft.
Potter did so, rolling over and rising to his hands and knees and raising his arse. His shirt hung off him and rode up his back. Draco paused in the act of pouring lubricant over his fingers. The sight of Potter's arse, raised so invitingly, made Draco's mouth water, and he wanted a taste. He palmed Potter's buttocks, taut and firm from the time he spent on a broom, and spread them to expose Potter's dusky hole. Draco didn't waste time with licking his way to his target. Instead, his tongue swiped over the crinkled flesh, causing Potter to yelp and flinch. "Malfoy, you fucking tease," he growled, pushing back for more.
Draco stabbed his tongue into Potter's hole and swirled it around, loosening him and wetting him thoroughly. Potter keened and writhed, thighs trembling. Draco stroked slick fingers over his own cock while he rimmed Potter. When he could no longer wait, Draco rose from his crouch and guided his penis to Potter's entrance. He pushed inside carefully, only to have Potter shove back and impale himself hard. Draco clenched his teeth and drove deep, confident Potter could take a rough shag. Their bodies slammed together almost violently over and over. The bed shook from the force of their coupling, and their harsh, gasping moans filled the room with sound. Draco fumbled past the tails of Potter's shirt to clasp his erect prick and fist it.
Potter groaned and bucked, pushing himself into Draco's grip. "Harder," he grunted.
Draco responded by thrusting with more force and wanking Potter more firmly.
Potter's ah ah ah's rose to a crescendo, and he clenched around Draco's cock while spilling over his hand. Potter's climax inspired Draco to selfishly seek his own. He pounded into his trembling lover, lost in the way Potter's inner muscles squeezed and caressed his cock in rippling contractions. Draco thrust a few more times before he tensed and crouched over Potter, hips hunching minutely as he pumped Potter full of his release. They remained joined as their bodies relaxed and cooled.
"I should speak to Kingsley," Potter mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow. "I'll tell him how much I enjoyed your service and that you deserve a raise."
Draco snorted and pulled out of him. He drew his wand from his back pocket and cast a cleaning charm over himself.
"What about me?" Potter demanded.
"You have a wand," Draco drawled.
Potter muttered beneath his breath as he fumbled through his cast-off clothing in search of his wand. He retrieved it and cast his own cleaning charm. In the meantime, Draco had undressed, slipped on a pair of pyjama bottoms and settled into his bed. Potter frowned over at him. "It will be easier for you to guard my body from over here," he suggested, patting the space beside him.
Draco almost grinned. Almost. Keeping his expression and tone neutral, he replied, "Don't worry, Potter. I have you covered."
"Not now, you don't," Potter huffed.
Draco rolled his eyes and flicked his wand. "Nox."
~*~
The Ministry owl landed next to Draco where he was patrolling the empty stands of the pitch Puddlemere was practicing on. He accepted the message from the owl, and it winged away without waiting for a response. Draco opened the missive, and a small object fell in his hand.
Malfoy, the Potter case is closed. Culprit found to be a resident of St Mungo's mental maladies ward. Resident will no longer have access to owls. No need to stay with Potter. Return to London via portkey for reassignment. - Shacklebolt
A dry chuckle escaped Draco. He would be tempted to chalk this case up as a monumental waste of time, but there had been that brilliant shag last night. Draco Disapparated from the pitch and returned to the hotel room he'd shared with Potter. He scribbled a note to Potter, then gathered his things and activated the portkey.
~*~
Three days later
Draco returned to his flat and collapsed on the sofa. His latest assignment had ended with an arrest earlier that day, and Draco had been buried in paperwork ever since. He was contemplating which nearby restaurants delivered when he heard a tapping at the window. Draco stood and admitted the unfamiliar owl. Taking the parchment from its leg, he unrolled it and read:
Malfoy, my body is in immediate and urgent need of a good guarding. I would appreciate it if you would come soon and make me come, too. ~ Harry
Draco grinned and shook his head. The owl was perched on the arm of the sofa waiting patiently. Feeling energized again, Draco grabbed a quill and ink and jotted a reply.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word count: 2150
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, rimming (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for leo_draconis, who posted a list of various prompts: sex, non-established, protective!Draco, rimming, jealousy, no preference for top/bottom. Also uses the current awdt prompt of "Do you know how weird it is to turn around and see you?"
Summary: Puddlemere's star Seeker needs a bodyguard. Enter Auror Malfoy.
It was all very surreal, and were it not for the gravity of the situation Draco might even have laughed. After years of rigorous training and harsh experience, Draco was now one of the Ministry's top Aurors. Meanwhile, Harry Potter, whom everyone had assumed would join the Auror Department, had opted instead for a professional Quidditch career. Of course, Potter was brilliant at it, and he had a legion of admiring fans. Some of them were a tad more fanatical than others, and that was where Draco came in. Potter had been receiving increasingly bizarre letters from a so-called fan who fancied him or herself to be in love with the git. Potter was unconcerned, and Draco had overheard him say, 'If I can kill a dark lord, I can handle one overenthusiastic fan.'
The front office of Puddlemere United disagreed with Potter's proclamation, which is why they had paid a hefty sum to the Ministry to secure one of their best Aurors to provide round the clock protection for their star Seeker. Potter hated the arrangement and made sure to tell Draco about it on a regular basis.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to stave off a headache.
"Merlin's mittens, Malfoy!" Potter was bitching. "Must you follow me everywhere? I assure you, I can manage to use the loo on my own. Do you know how weird it is to turn around and see you there?"
"Don't worry, Potter," drawled Draco. "I won't ruin your reputation by running to The Daily Prophet with the news that the Chosen One likes to read the funnies while seated on his porcelain throne." The bathroom door slammed in his face.
~*~
Potter received two more letters over the course of the next few days. The first nattered on about the upcoming nuptials of Potter and the mysterious author, and the next was a howler that ranted over the fact that Potter hadn't been by to visit his admirer. Draco had opened both of them and submitted them to the Ministry for evidence in the case they were building against Potter's unknown stalker.
Potter himself didn't miss a beat, carrying on as if nothing untoward was happening around him. Draco had come to the conclusion that Potter was alternately the most boring person he knew and the most diabolical. Potter either spent his free time in his flat watching the telly and listening to music, or else he would make it a point to visit as many Weasleys and gay clubs as he could manage. Unknown to Potter, Draco found the clubs much more tolerable than the Weasleys. After all, he was a patron of a couple of the more upscale clubs. If Potter knew about Draco's sexual orientation, he hadn't mentioned it. For Draco, however, the fact that Potter preferred males was proving to be a huge distraction. He couldn't deny he found Potter attractive, and knowing that Potter wasn't as out of reach as Draco had once believed was contributing to many sleepless nights. Fortunately for Draco, he had been conditioned to function on very little sleep.
~*~
When Puddlemere went on an extended road trip, Draco was obligated to travel with the team to continue in his role as Potter's bodyguard. They were forced to share a hotel room, which seemed to disappoint Potter's usual roommate--a bloke named Burke St Cyr. When the team checked into the hotel, Potter and St Cyr made a big production of hugging one another and declaring how much they would miss each other. By the time Draco escorted Potter to their room, he was stewing with irrational jealousy.
"How much longer must I put up with you?" Potter sulked as he flung himself across one of the beds.
"I apologize for the fact that my presence means you can't spend this trip merrily banging your boyfriend," Draco snapped.
"He's not my boyfriend," Potter replied with a yawn and an arching stretch that caused his shirt to ride up and expose a strip of his taut abdomen.
Lust surged through Draco, and he turned away without a word to begin setting the intricate wards he had learned and perfected as an Auror. He had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by Potter's raw sex appeal.
~*~
Draco found that ignoring Potter was not so easy, and he was beginning to suspect that Potter was deliberately winding him up. Potter was utterly shameless about wanking in bed while Draco had to lie in the next bed and listen as he pleasured himself. He dragged Draco to more gay clubs, where he danced with multiple partners while Draco had to remain alert and vigilant for any potential threats to Potter's health and well-being.
Potter had the nerve to get angry when Draco refused to allow him to go off with a random bloke in one of the clubs. He was still fuming when they returned to the hotel. "You may be my bodyguard, Malfoy, but you're not my mother," he ranted. "I'm randy, I need a good fuck, and you've gone and ruined it, you ruddy cock blocker!"
Draco's temper had been steadily building, and it suddenly boiled over. He grabbed Potter and shut him up in the most efficient manner possible. Draco's mouth crashed onto Potter's with a clash of teeth and a rumbling growl. Potter stiffened in resistance for an instant before his hands came up to grasp at Draco's shoulder and hair. He gave as good as he got, kissing back with fierce intensity. Draco didn't realize he'd been pushing Potter back until the two of them tumbled onto one of the beds. Chagrined by his unprofessional behavior, Draco tried to break free. Potter, however, was having none of it. His grip on Draco tightened, and he pulled Draco down until their bodies were pressed together from shoulders to knees. Potter parted his legs and Draco's hips unconsciously shifted to nestle between them. Draco could feel Potter's hardness through the layers of their clothing, and he ground down, rubbing their erections together.
"Fuck, Malfoy," Potter groaned.
Fucking quickly became Draco's sole focus. He was hot and aching, and Potter had been driving him to madness all week long. With a snarl, Draco grabbed the edges of Potter's shirt and yanked, popping and scattering buttons across the bed. He swooped down and latched onto a dusky nipple, causing Potter to keen and arch up beneath him. Draco treated the other nipple to the same rough attention, sucking the nub between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Potter's hand worked up under Draco's shirt to grasp at his naked back with bruising force.
Draco sat back and undid Potter's trousers with quick, efficient fingers. Potter helped by lifting his hips to allow Draco to tug his trousers and boxers down. A brief struggle with shoes followed before Draco was able to strip Potter from the waist down. Not willing to give Potter a chance to change his mind, Draco bent his head and took Potter's cock in his mouth. Potter gave a gurgling cry and jolted. Fingers tangled painfully in Draco's hair, but it only stoked the flames of his desire. His head bobbed over Potter's groin, taking him deeper each time. Potter whined and panted beneath him, pleading for some relief from the throbbing ache that was building between them. Draco raised his head and spied Potter's lubricant on the night stand. He stretched forward and grabbed it. "Turn over," he commanded, undoing his own trousers to free his swollen shaft.
Potter did so, rolling over and rising to his hands and knees and raising his arse. His shirt hung off him and rode up his back. Draco paused in the act of pouring lubricant over his fingers. The sight of Potter's arse, raised so invitingly, made Draco's mouth water, and he wanted a taste. He palmed Potter's buttocks, taut and firm from the time he spent on a broom, and spread them to expose Potter's dusky hole. Draco didn't waste time with licking his way to his target. Instead, his tongue swiped over the crinkled flesh, causing Potter to yelp and flinch. "Malfoy, you fucking tease," he growled, pushing back for more.
Draco stabbed his tongue into Potter's hole and swirled it around, loosening him and wetting him thoroughly. Potter keened and writhed, thighs trembling. Draco stroked slick fingers over his own cock while he rimmed Potter. When he could no longer wait, Draco rose from his crouch and guided his penis to Potter's entrance. He pushed inside carefully, only to have Potter shove back and impale himself hard. Draco clenched his teeth and drove deep, confident Potter could take a rough shag. Their bodies slammed together almost violently over and over. The bed shook from the force of their coupling, and their harsh, gasping moans filled the room with sound. Draco fumbled past the tails of Potter's shirt to clasp his erect prick and fist it.
Potter groaned and bucked, pushing himself into Draco's grip. "Harder," he grunted.
Draco responded by thrusting with more force and wanking Potter more firmly.
Potter's ah ah ah's rose to a crescendo, and he clenched around Draco's cock while spilling over his hand. Potter's climax inspired Draco to selfishly seek his own. He pounded into his trembling lover, lost in the way Potter's inner muscles squeezed and caressed his cock in rippling contractions. Draco thrust a few more times before he tensed and crouched over Potter, hips hunching minutely as he pumped Potter full of his release. They remained joined as their bodies relaxed and cooled.
"I should speak to Kingsley," Potter mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow. "I'll tell him how much I enjoyed your service and that you deserve a raise."
Draco snorted and pulled out of him. He drew his wand from his back pocket and cast a cleaning charm over himself.
"What about me?" Potter demanded.
"You have a wand," Draco drawled.
Potter muttered beneath his breath as he fumbled through his cast-off clothing in search of his wand. He retrieved it and cast his own cleaning charm. In the meantime, Draco had undressed, slipped on a pair of pyjama bottoms and settled into his bed. Potter frowned over at him. "It will be easier for you to guard my body from over here," he suggested, patting the space beside him.
Draco almost grinned. Almost. Keeping his expression and tone neutral, he replied, "Don't worry, Potter. I have you covered."
"Not now, you don't," Potter huffed.
Draco rolled his eyes and flicked his wand. "Nox."
~*~
The Ministry owl landed next to Draco where he was patrolling the empty stands of the pitch Puddlemere was practicing on. He accepted the message from the owl, and it winged away without waiting for a response. Draco opened the missive, and a small object fell in his hand.
Malfoy, the Potter case is closed. Culprit found to be a resident of St Mungo's mental maladies ward. Resident will no longer have access to owls. No need to stay with Potter. Return to London via portkey for reassignment. - Shacklebolt
A dry chuckle escaped Draco. He would be tempted to chalk this case up as a monumental waste of time, but there had been that brilliant shag last night. Draco Disapparated from the pitch and returned to the hotel room he'd shared with Potter. He scribbled a note to Potter, then gathered his things and activated the portkey.
~*~
Three days later
Draco returned to his flat and collapsed on the sofa. His latest assignment had ended with an arrest earlier that day, and Draco had been buried in paperwork ever since. He was contemplating which nearby restaurants delivered when he heard a tapping at the window. Draco stood and admitted the unfamiliar owl. Taking the parchment from its leg, he unrolled it and read:
Malfoy, my body is in immediate and urgent need of a good guarding. I would appreciate it if you would come soon and make me come, too. ~ Harry
Draco grinned and shook his head. The owl was perched on the arm of the sofa waiting patiently. Feeling energized again, Draco grabbed a quill and ink and jotted a reply.