Baying At the Moon, chapter 5
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bottom_dracoTitle: Baying At the Moon (Working Title)
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Summary: The life and times of Draco Malfoy, through obsession, prostitution, and possession.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/OMCs, Harry/Ginny,
Warnings: Blood-letting, weird sex, severe angst, attempted suicide, prostitution, self-mutilation.
Soundtrack: Jack Off Jill‘s “Star No Star“, “Nazi Halo“, The Distillers’ Coral Fang record
Chapter 5: Possession
The more you take, the more that I give in
-The Distillers “The Hunger”
Draco liked drugs.
The first time Christian had caught him shooting up, he had backhanded him hard enough to put him off the prospect, but there was no rule, express or implicit, against anything else, so Draco spent the majority of the next ten months in a hazy, ecstasy-induced stupor.
He barely minded Christian fucking him, or the cameras, or the whoring anymore--everything faded into pleasantly tuneless white noise.
And, really, he figured, he should at least be grateful that he didn’t have to work the streets. Only the more privileged customers ever saw him, up on the fifth floor of that rickety building on some anonymous corner in London.
The day Max Jorden strolled into the loft, Draco thought for a moment that Harry had somehow miraculously found him. Max was tall and thin, with messy black hair and glasses. He was wearing carefully pressed black pants and a white, button-down shirt. ‘Yuppie.’ Draco thought dismissively. ‘I’m probably not his type.’
But his eyes had fallen on him with a speculative look as he stood near the door with Christian, and Christian was beckoning him over.
Draco slid off the couch he had stretched out on and crossed the room to them.
“Draco,” Christian purred. “This is Max, Max, Draco.” They shook hands briefly.
“Would you like to get out of here for a bit?” Max asked him. He had an American accent. Draco frowned.
“I--”
“You know business is kept in the building, Max.” Max smirked at Christian.
“I’m sure you can make an exception for me, mate.” Christian grimaced for a moment before relenting.
“Fine.”
“Is till three alright?”
“An hour and a half? That’ll come with a price, pet. Are you sure you can afford it?” Max smiled unpleasantly.
“I’ll manage. Half now and half after, right?”
“Still the same protocol, yeah.” Max handed him some money and took Draco’s hand.
“Let’s go, love.”
Draco hadn’t been off the fifth floor of the building in five months.
He wasn’t sure he was looking forward to it.
******************************************
“How long have you been working for Christian?”
“Ten months.” Draco, answered, his voice rasping. It had been awhile since he’d done anything with it but moan.
“I used to work for Christian too. I got out of it a few years ago, though. Listen, you know why I chose you, right?” At Draco’s mute look, he continued. “You’re name--Malfoy--you’re a wizard, right?” Draco drew in a sharp breath. He hadn’t heard a thing about magic since he’d come to London.
“I am--or, I mean, I was.”
“Kicked out? Me too, sort of. I went to a prep school in Manchester, but they expelled me when I got caught blowing the Head Boy. I ended up in here, on the streets, and had to work for Christian. I could probably still do magic if I wanted--I could go back and get a wand--but the person I live with is a Squib, and I try not to rub it in. Did you get kicked out too?”
“Yeah. Death Eater stuff.”
“Oh? I didn’t see the scar thing they do.”
“Make-up.” Draco replied. He scratched a nail through the concealer to the faded scar underneath. It was nice to show it to someone who not only knew what it meant, but didn't even seem to be judhing him for it.
“Gruesome.” They pulled up into the driveway of a huge but run-down looking house surrounded by woods on three sides. “This is us.”
In the house, Draco was surprised when Max didn’t lead him immediately to the bedroom, but, rather, the kitchen.
“You want tea?” He asked brightly, holding up a tea pot.
“Yes, please.” Draco said gratefully. He hadn’t had afternoon tea in quite some time either. As max poured, he said,
“Drink up. We’ve only got an hour left.”
***************************************************
Twenty minutes later, he was sobbing beneath him, but not for any reason he was acquainted with.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked in alarm, stilling.
“Nothing,” Draco moaned. “I just--I haven’t--”
“Come in ten months and can’t believe you’re doing it as a prozzie? Don’t worry,” Max said, shifting his hips and sending a shiver up Draco’s spine. “I had the same thing.” he began to move again. “Just relax.”
When it was over, Draco struggled to stay awake, but Max leaned over him and said, “Get some sleep. You look like you could use it, love.”
******************************************
He woke up three hours later to a shouting match downstairs.
“Absolutely not!” Someone was shrieking.
“Lance, if you’d just relax and listen to me for a second--” Max.
“Listen to *what*?! We are *not* taking in some poor little lost soul hooker you found.”
“But, Lance, he’s one of *us*, and you should see him, he’s--”
“He’s a *whore*!”
“Well, so was I!” There was a moment of silence.
“Max, we’re not using our hard-earned money to buy some whoring little trick off Christian, okay? Now take him back there and forget it.”
Draco got out of the bed as he heard footsteps on the stairs. He was half-way dressed when Max came in the door.
“I’m a little late, but I’m sure Christian won’t mind. You ready?” Draco nodded mutely.
When he got out of the car on the corner in front of the building, Max caught his wrist and said,
“I’ll be back, okay? Just stick it out for another week or so.” Draco pulled his wrist back and disappeared into the building.
******************************************
Eight days later, Max was back, and he bought Draco from Christian entirely.
Draco was certain that having been bought and sold like a piece of livestock should make him feel humiliated, but he just couldn’t seem to drum up any bad feelings.
That quickly changed, however, when he met Lance. It was clear from the moment they met that while Max might have talked Lance into this, he hadn’t been able to make him like it. Over dinner, Lance turned to him and said,
“So, Draco, do you *like* whoring?” The words stung, and just a year earlier, Lance would have gotten quite a response. But ten months of learned submission had cut away at his pride, and he just kept his eyes on his plate as Max kicked the other boy under the table and glared at him.
*********************************************
Later, Max led him up to the bedroom, and as he was undressing, Lance came to the doorway and said stiffly,
“I’m sleeping in the guestroom. I wouldn’t want to disturb your little love nest.”
“Lance, stop being stupid. Come to bed.”
“No, no, you have a good time with your *catamite*.” He gave Draco a sneer and left. Draco sighed. Now that he was unrigged for the first time in ten months, he was vividly remembering why he’d started doing them in the first place.
As he lay down and Max’s arms went around him and under his clothes, he had to wonder if he was any better off than before.
**************
AN: Ahh, there we go. In case anyone's wondering, Harry will be back. You like the current progression of Draco being bought and then the terrible bf, etc.? REVIEW, please, if you have complaints or compliments.
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Summary: The life and times of Draco Malfoy, through obsession, prostitution, and possession.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Draco/OMCs, Harry/Ginny,
Warnings: Blood-letting, weird sex, severe angst, attempted suicide, prostitution, self-mutilation.
Soundtrack: Jack Off Jill‘s “Star No Star“, “Nazi Halo“, The Distillers’ Coral Fang record
Chapter 5: Possession
The more you take, the more that I give in
-The Distillers “The Hunger”
Draco liked drugs.
The first time Christian had caught him shooting up, he had backhanded him hard enough to put him off the prospect, but there was no rule, express or implicit, against anything else, so Draco spent the majority of the next ten months in a hazy, ecstasy-induced stupor.
He barely minded Christian fucking him, or the cameras, or the whoring anymore--everything faded into pleasantly tuneless white noise.
And, really, he figured, he should at least be grateful that he didn’t have to work the streets. Only the more privileged customers ever saw him, up on the fifth floor of that rickety building on some anonymous corner in London.
The day Max Jorden strolled into the loft, Draco thought for a moment that Harry had somehow miraculously found him. Max was tall and thin, with messy black hair and glasses. He was wearing carefully pressed black pants and a white, button-down shirt. ‘Yuppie.’ Draco thought dismissively. ‘I’m probably not his type.’
But his eyes had fallen on him with a speculative look as he stood near the door with Christian, and Christian was beckoning him over.
Draco slid off the couch he had stretched out on and crossed the room to them.
“Draco,” Christian purred. “This is Max, Max, Draco.” They shook hands briefly.
“Would you like to get out of here for a bit?” Max asked him. He had an American accent. Draco frowned.
“I--”
“You know business is kept in the building, Max.” Max smirked at Christian.
“I’m sure you can make an exception for me, mate.” Christian grimaced for a moment before relenting.
“Fine.”
“Is till three alright?”
“An hour and a half? That’ll come with a price, pet. Are you sure you can afford it?” Max smiled unpleasantly.
“I’ll manage. Half now and half after, right?”
“Still the same protocol, yeah.” Max handed him some money and took Draco’s hand.
“Let’s go, love.”
Draco hadn’t been off the fifth floor of the building in five months.
He wasn’t sure he was looking forward to it.
******************************************
“How long have you been working for Christian?”
“Ten months.” Draco, answered, his voice rasping. It had been awhile since he’d done anything with it but moan.
“I used to work for Christian too. I got out of it a few years ago, though. Listen, you know why I chose you, right?” At Draco’s mute look, he continued. “You’re name--Malfoy--you’re a wizard, right?” Draco drew in a sharp breath. He hadn’t heard a thing about magic since he’d come to London.
“I am--or, I mean, I was.”
“Kicked out? Me too, sort of. I went to a prep school in Manchester, but they expelled me when I got caught blowing the Head Boy. I ended up in here, on the streets, and had to work for Christian. I could probably still do magic if I wanted--I could go back and get a wand--but the person I live with is a Squib, and I try not to rub it in. Did you get kicked out too?”
“Yeah. Death Eater stuff.”
“Oh? I didn’t see the scar thing they do.”
“Make-up.” Draco replied. He scratched a nail through the concealer to the faded scar underneath. It was nice to show it to someone who not only knew what it meant, but didn't even seem to be judhing him for it.
“Gruesome.” They pulled up into the driveway of a huge but run-down looking house surrounded by woods on three sides. “This is us.”
In the house, Draco was surprised when Max didn’t lead him immediately to the bedroom, but, rather, the kitchen.
“You want tea?” He asked brightly, holding up a tea pot.
“Yes, please.” Draco said gratefully. He hadn’t had afternoon tea in quite some time either. As max poured, he said,
“Drink up. We’ve only got an hour left.”
***************************************************
Twenty minutes later, he was sobbing beneath him, but not for any reason he was acquainted with.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked in alarm, stilling.
“Nothing,” Draco moaned. “I just--I haven’t--”
“Come in ten months and can’t believe you’re doing it as a prozzie? Don’t worry,” Max said, shifting his hips and sending a shiver up Draco’s spine. “I had the same thing.” he began to move again. “Just relax.”
When it was over, Draco struggled to stay awake, but Max leaned over him and said, “Get some sleep. You look like you could use it, love.”
******************************************
He woke up three hours later to a shouting match downstairs.
“Absolutely not!” Someone was shrieking.
“Lance, if you’d just relax and listen to me for a second--” Max.
“Listen to *what*?! We are *not* taking in some poor little lost soul hooker you found.”
“But, Lance, he’s one of *us*, and you should see him, he’s--”
“He’s a *whore*!”
“Well, so was I!” There was a moment of silence.
“Max, we’re not using our hard-earned money to buy some whoring little trick off Christian, okay? Now take him back there and forget it.”
Draco got out of the bed as he heard footsteps on the stairs. He was half-way dressed when Max came in the door.
“I’m a little late, but I’m sure Christian won’t mind. You ready?” Draco nodded mutely.
When he got out of the car on the corner in front of the building, Max caught his wrist and said,
“I’ll be back, okay? Just stick it out for another week or so.” Draco pulled his wrist back and disappeared into the building.
******************************************
Eight days later, Max was back, and he bought Draco from Christian entirely.
Draco was certain that having been bought and sold like a piece of livestock should make him feel humiliated, but he just couldn’t seem to drum up any bad feelings.
That quickly changed, however, when he met Lance. It was clear from the moment they met that while Max might have talked Lance into this, he hadn’t been able to make him like it. Over dinner, Lance turned to him and said,
“So, Draco, do you *like* whoring?” The words stung, and just a year earlier, Lance would have gotten quite a response. But ten months of learned submission had cut away at his pride, and he just kept his eyes on his plate as Max kicked the other boy under the table and glared at him.
*********************************************
Later, Max led him up to the bedroom, and as he was undressing, Lance came to the doorway and said stiffly,
“I’m sleeping in the guestroom. I wouldn’t want to disturb your little love nest.”
“Lance, stop being stupid. Come to bed.”
“No, no, you have a good time with your *catamite*.” He gave Draco a sneer and left. Draco sighed. Now that he was unrigged for the first time in ten months, he was vividly remembering why he’d started doing them in the first place.
As he lay down and Max’s arms went around him and under his clothes, he had to wonder if he was any better off than before.
**************
AN: Ahh, there we go. In case anyone's wondering, Harry will be back. You like the current progression of Draco being bought and then the terrible bf, etc.? REVIEW, please, if you have complaints or compliments.
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Date: 2004-05-31 02:33 am (UTC)More, please!
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Date: 2004-06-02 11:57 pm (UTC)This story has caught my interest. Keep writing.
so far so good
Date: 2004-06-03 04:08 pm (UTC)Re: so far so good
Date: 2004-06-04 07:50 am (UTC)