Fic: Disrupting the Peace [NC-17]
Author: silenceberry
Title: Disrupting the Peace
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Ginny mention only.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M relationship, sex, blowjob, crude language.
Word Count: 1,664
Summary: Albus is tired after a long trip and all he wants is to go home, but then he gets in trouble or did he?
Prompt: #51
Notes:I want to say a big huge thank you to celestlyn for being my beta for this fiction, I appreciate all the help you have provided and for helping me out when I needed someone. Thank you!
Disrupting the Peace
He pulled his trunk behind him, he was tired and felt as if he was about to fall asleep standing. He gave a sigh and kept on pulling his trunk he wished he could just shrink it and put it in his pocket, but after the fall of the great Voldemort or-lizard face as his dad called him-whenever he told them stories about the war.
They started to check trunks and wands before they could get their portkey, he really thought they should stop with the nonsense; it has been years since the downfall of Lizard Face. Albus got in line behind a witch with a boy about seven years old that was looking at him, pulling his tongue out, and then giving him evil looks as if he had been the one being rude. The line moved and he pulled his trunk, but he didn’t see the lady stop and he bumped into her. She turned and like her son, glared at him.
“Well?”
“What?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to apologize for hitting me?” she accused.
“I didn’t hit you, ma’am, I bumped into you.”
“Exactly, you hit me.”
He was about to open his mouth to apologize just so the woman would be quiet, when the kid hit him on his shin making him wince and bend down to rub the bruise.
“That is for hitting my mommy,” the kid said, glowering at him again.
“ Look kid, I--”
“Is there a problem here, ma’am?”
“Yes, this gentleman,” she spat, “hit me and does not want to apologize.”
“Sir?”
“I bumped into her, I didn’t hit her. Her kid was the one-” but the rest of his words were murmured curses as the kid again hit him.
Albus glowered at the kid and rub his shin for the second time.
“Sir, please accompany me, as you're disrupting the peace.”
“What peace? The kid was the one to hit me.”
“He is only a kid.” the Ministry officer said as he got pulled out of line.
He was escorted into a small room where he was asked to wait.
“The inspector will be with you.”
“Inspector? Why are you sending an inspector? I didn’t do anything bad.”
“Sir, the inspector will be with you.” And with that he left, closing the door after him.
Albus looked around the small room, it only had a table in the center with two chairs that by the looks of them, had seen better days. He pulled out a chair and sat down to wait; let’s see how long they would make him wait now. He put his feet on top of the table, and leaned back and while he waited, he would take a little nap and he closed his eyes.
*****
The next moment he was rudely awakened when his feet were pushed off the table and the legs of the chair hit the floor with a resounding sound. He rubbed his eyes with the heals of his hand then blinked and looked up into a pair of grey eyes.
“Malfoy? What the hell do you want?”
“You don’t speak to me like that, Potter. You don’t want to get into trouble, do you?” Malfoy pointed to a badge on his robes that identified him as the inspector and not any inspector, but the Chief Inspector.
Well, shit. “No, but I want to know why I am being held?”
“For hitting a lady and disrupting the peace.”
“WHAT? I never hit the lady. I bumped into her.”
Albus stood up and started pacing the small room. This was stupid. Not only was he being held responsible for supposedly hitting a lady that all he did was bump into her, but now Malfoy was the one to inspect him. He was tired, his shin still hurt from the hit, and now Malfoy. What else could go wrong?
“Potter, pick up your trunk and put it on the table,” Scorpius said imperiously.
“No, I won’t do it.”
“No problem then.” With a spell, Scorpius had his trunk on the table. “Now let’s see what you are hiding.” And he opened the lid.
“What? No, you are not going to go through my stuff, Malfoy.” He sneered closing the lid with a snap, almost crushing Malfoy fingers in the process.
“You have no say in it, Potter. I am the inspector and I have the right to go through your things.”
With a flick of his wand, Albus found himself seated on the chair and glued to it. He started moving, but no amount of moving was going to help him get out of this chair as he was totally stuck to it.
“Now, let’s see.” Again the trunk was opened, “Mmmm, okay.”
Albus was sweating, he hoped that Malfoy did not looked all the way down or he would find the secret compartment that he had there- a compartment that not even his mother knew about it.
“Malfoy, don’t you dare!”
“I am not doing anything that isn’t my job.” Scorpius said dryly, “Oh, what is this.”
Shit, he found it. The next minute he gave a sigh as Malfoy pull out a picture frame of his family.
“Love the family picture, Potter, very homey.”
The picture was put to the side and as he stared with breath held, he saw more stuff join the picture on the table. He needed to make Malfoy stop; he cleared his throat.
“Malfoy, I demand you let me go this instant.”
Malfoy looked up and inspected him without once blinking, then finally finding what he wanted, he turned back to the trunk.
“Malfoy, I-”
“Potter, I wont let you go until I'm finished searching your belongings.”
“What for? I didn’t do anything.”
“This is my job, Potter, either be quiet or I make you.”
After a while all the stuff was on the table, Malfoy stepped away from the trunk and walked up to him and behind him pulling him by his hair.
“Now tell me, what are you hiding, Potter?”
“I am not hiding anything.” He answered.
“Well let’s see.”
Malfoy stopped in front of him and gently removed the gloves that all employees of the Ministry must wear, never removing his eyes from Potter. If Potter wanted to play, he would play. After removing the gloves he put them on the table and walked behind Potter and again grabbed his hair. He pushed his other hand inside Potter's shirt and slowly he moved it around touching his hard stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Albus stammered.
“I am making sure you don’t have anything hidden,” he whispered next to Potter’s ear.
Scorpius pulled his hand out and with a wave of his wand divested Potter of his outer robe and then the shirt. He walked to the front, knelt keeping his gaze on Potter's own, leaned forward, and smelled him.
He moved up until he was sniffing his neck making Potter moan under his ministrations. He smirked; he has him exactly where he wants him.
Potter cleared his throat above him, “Why are you sniffing me?”
He pulled back at and looked at Potter sitting down without a shirt, the pants indecently low and his hair mussed.
“Because you could have been working with an illegal substance and the smell could be on you.”
Scorpius leaned forward again, he went lower and lower until he was by the pants opening, he nuzzled his nose pushing the pants lower. Potter by this time was completely over whelmed and pushed his hips forward. He got up and with another wave of his wand divested Potter of his pants and he noticed that he had not been wearing any undergarments.
*****
Albus couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was Malfoy touching him, but now he was even smelling him. Merlin, Malfoy smelled wonderful. He wondered what he would feel like under him or on top of him. Well, it didn’t matter as long as he could get rid of the tightness on his pants. The next minute his pants disappeared and he saw his cock standing proudly.
Malfoy lowered himself to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. First the head, then he took more into him, then pulled back swirling his tongue around the head and pushing it inside his slit. He bucked his hips, wanting to push more of his cock into Malfoy's mouth.
Fuck the inspection, he pulled Malfoy up and kissed him, devouring his mouth as he helped him rid himself of his clothes.
Kiss, “I thought you were glued to the chair?”
“Not any more.” Albus said as he pulled Malfoy again for another kiss.
Malfoy was finally naked as him, clothes strewn around as they kissed and caressed. Finally after preparing Malfoy, he pushed inside slowly, moaning at the sensation of the tight channel around his cock. He got up with Malfoy wrapped around him and with a wandless spell he cleared all the things off the table and lay Malfoy and proceeded to pound into him as if there was no tomorrow making the table wobble with their movements.
After a while, exhausted and lying down on top of Malfoy, breathing slowly, he pushed up and looked down at Malfoy.
“Why did you hold me up?”
“Because you owed me.”
“Owed you what?”
“For the prank you pulled in third year.”
“Prank? What prank?”
“The red hair.” pout.
“You mean you did all this for just a prank?”
“No it wasn’t only the prank.”
“Then what was it?”
“It was you.”
Albus leaned close and kissed him on the lips, “Then if this is what I get for pranking you, I must do it more often.”
“Why, yo-”
Albus didn’t let him finish and kissed him again. He would travel more often if this was the reception he would receive.
~The End~
Title: Disrupting the Peace
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Ginny mention only.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M relationship, sex, blowjob, crude language.
Word Count: 1,664
Summary: Albus is tired after a long trip and all he wants is to go home, but then he gets in trouble or did he?
Prompt: #51
Notes:I want to say a big huge thank you to celestlyn for being my beta for this fiction, I appreciate all the help you have provided and for helping me out when I needed someone. Thank you!
Disrupting the Peace
He pulled his trunk behind him, he was tired and felt as if he was about to fall asleep standing. He gave a sigh and kept on pulling his trunk he wished he could just shrink it and put it in his pocket, but after the fall of the great Voldemort or-lizard face as his dad called him-whenever he told them stories about the war.
They started to check trunks and wands before they could get their portkey, he really thought they should stop with the nonsense; it has been years since the downfall of Lizard Face. Albus got in line behind a witch with a boy about seven years old that was looking at him, pulling his tongue out, and then giving him evil looks as if he had been the one being rude. The line moved and he pulled his trunk, but he didn’t see the lady stop and he bumped into her. She turned and like her son, glared at him.
“Well?”
“What?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to apologize for hitting me?” she accused.
“I didn’t hit you, ma’am, I bumped into you.”
“Exactly, you hit me.”
He was about to open his mouth to apologize just so the woman would be quiet, when the kid hit him on his shin making him wince and bend down to rub the bruise.
“That is for hitting my mommy,” the kid said, glowering at him again.
“ Look kid, I--”
“Is there a problem here, ma’am?”
“Yes, this gentleman,” she spat, “hit me and does not want to apologize.”
“Sir?”
“I bumped into her, I didn’t hit her. Her kid was the one-” but the rest of his words were murmured curses as the kid again hit him.
Albus glowered at the kid and rub his shin for the second time.
“Sir, please accompany me, as you're disrupting the peace.”
“What peace? The kid was the one to hit me.”
“He is only a kid.” the Ministry officer said as he got pulled out of line.
He was escorted into a small room where he was asked to wait.
“The inspector will be with you.”
“Inspector? Why are you sending an inspector? I didn’t do anything bad.”
“Sir, the inspector will be with you.” And with that he left, closing the door after him.
Albus looked around the small room, it only had a table in the center with two chairs that by the looks of them, had seen better days. He pulled out a chair and sat down to wait; let’s see how long they would make him wait now. He put his feet on top of the table, and leaned back and while he waited, he would take a little nap and he closed his eyes.
*****
The next moment he was rudely awakened when his feet were pushed off the table and the legs of the chair hit the floor with a resounding sound. He rubbed his eyes with the heals of his hand then blinked and looked up into a pair of grey eyes.
“Malfoy? What the hell do you want?”
“You don’t speak to me like that, Potter. You don’t want to get into trouble, do you?” Malfoy pointed to a badge on his robes that identified him as the inspector and not any inspector, but the Chief Inspector.
Well, shit. “No, but I want to know why I am being held?”
“For hitting a lady and disrupting the peace.”
“WHAT? I never hit the lady. I bumped into her.”
Albus stood up and started pacing the small room. This was stupid. Not only was he being held responsible for supposedly hitting a lady that all he did was bump into her, but now Malfoy was the one to inspect him. He was tired, his shin still hurt from the hit, and now Malfoy. What else could go wrong?
“Potter, pick up your trunk and put it on the table,” Scorpius said imperiously.
“No, I won’t do it.”
“No problem then.” With a spell, Scorpius had his trunk on the table. “Now let’s see what you are hiding.” And he opened the lid.
“What? No, you are not going to go through my stuff, Malfoy.” He sneered closing the lid with a snap, almost crushing Malfoy fingers in the process.
“You have no say in it, Potter. I am the inspector and I have the right to go through your things.”
With a flick of his wand, Albus found himself seated on the chair and glued to it. He started moving, but no amount of moving was going to help him get out of this chair as he was totally stuck to it.
“Now, let’s see.” Again the trunk was opened, “Mmmm, okay.”
Albus was sweating, he hoped that Malfoy did not looked all the way down or he would find the secret compartment that he had there- a compartment that not even his mother knew about it.
“Malfoy, don’t you dare!”
“I am not doing anything that isn’t my job.” Scorpius said dryly, “Oh, what is this.”
Shit, he found it. The next minute he gave a sigh as Malfoy pull out a picture frame of his family.
“Love the family picture, Potter, very homey.”
The picture was put to the side and as he stared with breath held, he saw more stuff join the picture on the table. He needed to make Malfoy stop; he cleared his throat.
“Malfoy, I demand you let me go this instant.”
Malfoy looked up and inspected him without once blinking, then finally finding what he wanted, he turned back to the trunk.
“Malfoy, I-”
“Potter, I wont let you go until I'm finished searching your belongings.”
“What for? I didn’t do anything.”
“This is my job, Potter, either be quiet or I make you.”
After a while all the stuff was on the table, Malfoy stepped away from the trunk and walked up to him and behind him pulling him by his hair.
“Now tell me, what are you hiding, Potter?”
“I am not hiding anything.” He answered.
“Well let’s see.”
Malfoy stopped in front of him and gently removed the gloves that all employees of the Ministry must wear, never removing his eyes from Potter. If Potter wanted to play, he would play. After removing the gloves he put them on the table and walked behind Potter and again grabbed his hair. He pushed his other hand inside Potter's shirt and slowly he moved it around touching his hard stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Albus stammered.
“I am making sure you don’t have anything hidden,” he whispered next to Potter’s ear.
Scorpius pulled his hand out and with a wave of his wand divested Potter of his outer robe and then the shirt. He walked to the front, knelt keeping his gaze on Potter's own, leaned forward, and smelled him.
He moved up until he was sniffing his neck making Potter moan under his ministrations. He smirked; he has him exactly where he wants him.
Potter cleared his throat above him, “Why are you sniffing me?”
He pulled back at and looked at Potter sitting down without a shirt, the pants indecently low and his hair mussed.
“Because you could have been working with an illegal substance and the smell could be on you.”
Scorpius leaned forward again, he went lower and lower until he was by the pants opening, he nuzzled his nose pushing the pants lower. Potter by this time was completely over whelmed and pushed his hips forward. He got up and with another wave of his wand divested Potter of his pants and he noticed that he had not been wearing any undergarments.
*****
Albus couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was Malfoy touching him, but now he was even smelling him. Merlin, Malfoy smelled wonderful. He wondered what he would feel like under him or on top of him. Well, it didn’t matter as long as he could get rid of the tightness on his pants. The next minute his pants disappeared and he saw his cock standing proudly.
Malfoy lowered himself to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. First the head, then he took more into him, then pulled back swirling his tongue around the head and pushing it inside his slit. He bucked his hips, wanting to push more of his cock into Malfoy's mouth.
Fuck the inspection, he pulled Malfoy up and kissed him, devouring his mouth as he helped him rid himself of his clothes.
Kiss, “I thought you were glued to the chair?”
“Not any more.” Albus said as he pulled Malfoy again for another kiss.
Malfoy was finally naked as him, clothes strewn around as they kissed and caressed. Finally after preparing Malfoy, he pushed inside slowly, moaning at the sensation of the tight channel around his cock. He got up with Malfoy wrapped around him and with a wandless spell he cleared all the things off the table and lay Malfoy and proceeded to pound into him as if there was no tomorrow making the table wobble with their movements.
After a while, exhausted and lying down on top of Malfoy, breathing slowly, he pushed up and looked down at Malfoy.
“Why did you hold me up?”
“Because you owed me.”
“Owed you what?”
“For the prank you pulled in third year.”
“Prank? What prank?”
“The red hair.” pout.
“You mean you did all this for just a prank?”
“No it wasn’t only the prank.”
“Then what was it?”
“It was you.”
Albus leaned close and kissed him on the lips, “Then if this is what I get for pranking you, I must do it more often.”
“Why, yo-”
Albus didn’t let him finish and kissed him again. He would travel more often if this was the reception he would receive.
~The End~