Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Title: Becoming a Kept Man
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Alludes to sex, including oral. Also alludes to rough sex and a bit of Dub Con. Prostitution and Angst Evil!Harry This will definitely be a mostly bottom!Draco story.
Word Count: 818
Disclaimer: I truly wish Draco and Harry belonged to me but alas, they belong to the genius of JK Rowling. I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: This is the 3rd part of the original story Meeting in Knockturn Alley which was written for hentai_contest and the prompt Soliciting. That prompt is what brought on this strange creation in my mind and I was encouraged to continue it so I am doing just that and enjoying the characters in this setting very much!! I hope you enjoy them as well...
Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Part 3: Becoming a Kept Man
Draco lay quietly awake within the dimly lit room, pondering the events of the evening. Potter had left shortly after using Draco’s body to pleasure himself multiple times with the promise that he’d return in the morning to bring Draco to his new flat. It seemed the wizarding hero owned several rentals in the muggle district and it was there that Draco would be kept.
Draco felt nothing but disgust as he thought of the rough way he’d allowed Potter to use his body. He felt sick knowing how he’d used his own mouth to pleasure the man in the shower before he’d left to go home to his adoringly clueless wife. Draco had known that this arrangement with Potter wouldn’t be pleasant but he hadn’t realized just how much of his pride he’d be handing over to the powerful man.
Draco rolled out of the hotel bed, which comfortable as it was, seemed tainted by the acts of earlier. He went straight to the bathroom to take his third shower of the evening but even hot water and copious amounts of soap couldn’t rid his body of the dirty feeling that clung to every pore. He winced at the pain within his arse; Potter’s idea of a good time had been to take Draco without any lubing or stretching and for that Draco was now paying the price. He’d had rough johns before but none as crude or heartless as Potter but really what had he expected. Potter only saw him one way, as a Deatheater scum who deserved nothing but punishing.
As Draco exited the shower, his eyes came upon the image of himself in the large vanity mirror. The image taunted him with its look of defeat, this wasn’t what he’d wanted to become but losing his family’s fortune had left him no other options. The black mark upon his forearm guaranteed he’d never get a job anywhere so now he’d been forced to sell the one thing he had that people still wanted, his body… Tears threatened to form in his eyes but he quickly pushed them back, the last thing he needed was to let anyone including Potter break him. He walked back into the main room and wrapped himself tightly within the warm comforter, willing himself to sleep so he could just forget…
Sunlight stung his eyes as Draco felt himself being roused out of sleep by a pair of rough hands. The only thing that made him awaken was the tantalizing smell of bacon lingering in the air. Sitting up he saw Potter sitting on the edge of the bed, a room service tray was sitting nearby and sure enough, there was not only bacon but also eggs, home fries, and what was sure to be hot tea. The smell of the warm food was heaven to Draco’s senses and brought an unwilling smile to his lips.
“You brought me breakfast.” he commented quietly.
“Its part of the deal, I provide for your needs and you provide for mine.” Harry replied in a clipped precise manner.
His words quickly diminished the smile upon Draco’s lips; he should have known better, Potter was only keeping his part of their unwritten contract, nothing more. Either way, the food enticed Draco to leave the warmth of the covers. Draco crawled out of the bed, unashamed of his naked form as he dove greedily into the tray. He hadn’t eaten anything the night before and it had been a long time since he’d seen this much food. Harry watched him curiously but Draco paid him no mind.
“After you eat we’ll go to the flat so we can get you settled. I brought you some clean clothes; the ones you were wearing yesterday were abysmal so I had them thrown out.” Harry again said in that brusque manner he seemed to reserve for Malfoy.
Draco ate every last bite on the plate, the tight full feeling within his stomach a long forgotten memory. He took the clothing that Potter produced and began dressing. The luxurious and expensive feeling of silk and cashmere was a foreign one after so long of going without. He was shocked when Potter actually reached out to help him button up the shirt. He looked nervously up at the man and saw a glimmer of kindness hiding within the hard emerald-green eyes. Harry pulled back from his intent gaze, hiding the tiny glimpse by informing him that they were in a hurry.
Draco was side apparated with Potter from the dismal alleyway in front of the hotel. Draco barely had time for a backward glimpse at the streets he’d called home for more than two years. He knew he was headed toward a new life but regardless of its amount of comfort and luxury, he was quite certain it wouldn’t be that much different from the one he was leaving behind…
Part 4
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Alludes to sex, including oral. Also alludes to rough sex and a bit of Dub Con. Prostitution and Angst Evil!Harry This will definitely be a mostly bottom!Draco story.
Word Count: 818
Disclaimer: I truly wish Draco and Harry belonged to me but alas, they belong to the genius of JK Rowling. I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: This is the 3rd part of the original story Meeting in Knockturn Alley which was written for hentai_contest and the prompt Soliciting. That prompt is what brought on this strange creation in my mind and I was encouraged to continue it so I am doing just that and enjoying the characters in this setting very much!! I hope you enjoy them as well...
Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Part 3: Becoming a Kept Man
Draco lay quietly awake within the dimly lit room, pondering the events of the evening. Potter had left shortly after using Draco’s body to pleasure himself multiple times with the promise that he’d return in the morning to bring Draco to his new flat. It seemed the wizarding hero owned several rentals in the muggle district and it was there that Draco would be kept.
Draco felt nothing but disgust as he thought of the rough way he’d allowed Potter to use his body. He felt sick knowing how he’d used his own mouth to pleasure the man in the shower before he’d left to go home to his adoringly clueless wife. Draco had known that this arrangement with Potter wouldn’t be pleasant but he hadn’t realized just how much of his pride he’d be handing over to the powerful man.
Draco rolled out of the hotel bed, which comfortable as it was, seemed tainted by the acts of earlier. He went straight to the bathroom to take his third shower of the evening but even hot water and copious amounts of soap couldn’t rid his body of the dirty feeling that clung to every pore. He winced at the pain within his arse; Potter’s idea of a good time had been to take Draco without any lubing or stretching and for that Draco was now paying the price. He’d had rough johns before but none as crude or heartless as Potter but really what had he expected. Potter only saw him one way, as a Deatheater scum who deserved nothing but punishing.
As Draco exited the shower, his eyes came upon the image of himself in the large vanity mirror. The image taunted him with its look of defeat, this wasn’t what he’d wanted to become but losing his family’s fortune had left him no other options. The black mark upon his forearm guaranteed he’d never get a job anywhere so now he’d been forced to sell the one thing he had that people still wanted, his body… Tears threatened to form in his eyes but he quickly pushed them back, the last thing he needed was to let anyone including Potter break him. He walked back into the main room and wrapped himself tightly within the warm comforter, willing himself to sleep so he could just forget…
Sunlight stung his eyes as Draco felt himself being roused out of sleep by a pair of rough hands. The only thing that made him awaken was the tantalizing smell of bacon lingering in the air. Sitting up he saw Potter sitting on the edge of the bed, a room service tray was sitting nearby and sure enough, there was not only bacon but also eggs, home fries, and what was sure to be hot tea. The smell of the warm food was heaven to Draco’s senses and brought an unwilling smile to his lips.
“You brought me breakfast.” he commented quietly.
“Its part of the deal, I provide for your needs and you provide for mine.” Harry replied in a clipped precise manner.
His words quickly diminished the smile upon Draco’s lips; he should have known better, Potter was only keeping his part of their unwritten contract, nothing more. Either way, the food enticed Draco to leave the warmth of the covers. Draco crawled out of the bed, unashamed of his naked form as he dove greedily into the tray. He hadn’t eaten anything the night before and it had been a long time since he’d seen this much food. Harry watched him curiously but Draco paid him no mind.
“After you eat we’ll go to the flat so we can get you settled. I brought you some clean clothes; the ones you were wearing yesterday were abysmal so I had them thrown out.” Harry again said in that brusque manner he seemed to reserve for Malfoy.
Draco ate every last bite on the plate, the tight full feeling within his stomach a long forgotten memory. He took the clothing that Potter produced and began dressing. The luxurious and expensive feeling of silk and cashmere was a foreign one after so long of going without. He was shocked when Potter actually reached out to help him button up the shirt. He looked nervously up at the man and saw a glimmer of kindness hiding within the hard emerald-green eyes. Harry pulled back from his intent gaze, hiding the tiny glimpse by informing him that they were in a hurry.
Draco was side apparated with Potter from the dismal alleyway in front of the hotel. Draco barely had time for a backward glimpse at the streets he’d called home for more than two years. He knew he was headed toward a new life but regardless of its amount of comfort and luxury, he was quite certain it wouldn’t be that much different from the one he was leaving behind…
Part 4