Baying At the Moon, chapter 7
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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
Archive: Yes, please.
Comments: Yes, please.
NOTE: THERE IS A SEX SCENE.
Chapter 7: Elation
‘“When you want to tell me what made you go out and lay in the middle of the woods in the rain at six in the fucking morning, I’ll be waiting.”’
Four years later, Draco had still not told anyone what Chris had said, but he remembered the words well, and they nurtured within him a strong and virulent self-loathing.
It was a desire to alleviate this feeling that found Draco in the bathroom with a razor.
The blade cut through his flesh, leaving blood to rise in its wake. Draco lapped it up.
“You know, it’d bleed more if you used the corner of the blade.” Lance said. Draco made a non-committal noise, kicking his feet idly, and pressed the razor in harder. “I can’t believe you skipped out on your own birthday party for *this*.”
“Well, what about you? The host, in the bathroom, doing coke?” Draco scoffed, handing him the razor blade. Lance cleaned and dried it and began making lines out of the fine, white powder.
“The party’s boring. Chris is here, though. He asked about you. If you were seeing anyone.” Lance said, and began snorting.
“What did you say?” Lance sat back up, wiping his nose.
“That you were coming off something really heavy. I should get back down there. He was talking to Max, and they were giving each other *that* look.” He stood up and slipped the packet of cocaine into his pocket. “How’s it feel to be twenty-three?”
“One year closer to death.” Draco said brightly, picking up the razor blade again.
“Oh, don’t be so morbid.” Lance said, and left the bathroom. Draco locked the door behind him. He twirled the razor blade between his fingers, licking his lips as he caught the scent of his blood. He placed the blade against his arm again and paused, running a finger lightly over the Dark Mark. After a moment, he tipped the razor up to the corner and decided to test Lance’s theory.
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It was three weeks after Draco’s twenty-third birthday that he came home and found Seamus Finnegan sitting on his couch.
“Hello.” Seamus said brightly. Max was at the door before Draco could speak.
“I tried to call and tell you, but there was no answer. You went to school with him, right?”
“Yeah--what the *hell* is he doing here?”
“I met him at the record shop.”
“And brought him home? Are you planning on sleeping with him, is that it?”
“*I* wasn’t, but Lance is giving him looks. It’s okay, though, right? That he‘s here?” Draco glanced around the corner and frowned.
“Did you tell him anything about me? About--well, you know?”
“Of course not, and I told Lance not to either. Are you gonna have dinner with us?” Draco sighed.
“I guess.”
They sat at the coffee table in the living room, and they hadn’t been eating for more than ten minutes when Lance said,
“So, Seamus, do you swing?”
“Oh, no, never.”
“Never?” Lance repeated, looking disappointed.
“Never. Sorry. If that’s why you asked me to dinner, I should probably just go.” He started to stand, but Max held out a hand.
“Don’t mind Lance. He thinks every even slightly gay man on the planet is a potential sex partner.”
“Well you’re *really* here as a suitor. We’re trying to marry Draco off.” Max snorted and grinned behind his glass of wine. Seamus took a bite of his food and said calmly,
“Does he come with a dowry?”
*****************************
The steady supply of wine lulled Draco into a state of hazy relaxation, so when they all ended up tangled together on the sofa, he didn’t really mind. He found Seamus more likable than he would have ever imagined. He sprawled across Seamus and Lance, his legs hanging off the end of the sofa, and lay his head on Lance’s thigh and let his eyes fall half-shut.
Seamus’ hand came to rest on his lower belly, just above the waist of his jeans. It was still for a moment before beginning to trail, lightly, over his stomach. Draco shivered, wiggling just the slightest bit, and stretched.
Seamus took this as encouragement and rubbed across his skin again, firmer this time. His fingers pressed in just inside his hipbones, and Draco couldn’t help but raise them a bit, sighing softly. Draco saw Lance glance over at them and smirk slightly before turning and leaning against Max, inching away from them. Seamus’ hand slid around his hips and pulled him closer, so that Draco’s arse was resting directly over his erection, and began to slowly grind upwards. Draco pushed back, biting his lip. The pressure was divine, but it was the completely wrong angle and all he wanted to do was crawl into Seamus’ lap and tear their clothes off and take every inch of his cock into him and, really, it had been far too long, and he could already feel the tension coiling, just waiting to be released and he pressed and writhed as hard as he could against the other boy, almost entirely forgetting to be discreet, and he when he had almost reached the peak of sensation, he found himself dumped rather unceremoniously onto the sofa. He blinked, regaining his focus. Seamus was halfway to the stairs when he turned and gasped out,
“Bathroom?” Lance smiled at him.
“Second door on the right.” He said sweetly, and the curl of his mouth became wicked the second Seamus had turned his back. “What are you waiting for, Draco?” He demanded, as Draco lay dazed on the couch. “Go after him.” Draco stood unsteadily and nodded, crossing the room.
He was halfway up the stairs when he realized that the second door on the right was not the bathroom--it was *his* room.
He got to the door just as Seamus was coming out.
“Um, I’m sorry for--for downstairs, I mean, I--” Seamus stammered.
“Sorry for *what*?” Draco growled, shoving him back into the room and swinging the door shut behind them. He slid his fingers into the waist of Seamus’ pants and pulled him closer, purring when Seamus’ arms went around his waist. He pushed Seamus’ hands down to his arse, moaning throatily when the other boy squeezed. Their mouths pressed together, tongues stroking together, and he bit Seamus’ lip when he broke the kiss. He pulled back a bit and his breath caught when he saw his reflection in the mirror; a delicate flush had settled over his cheeks, his eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed, and his mouth was slack and glistening faintly back at him.
It really had been too long.
He turned his eyes back on Seamus, sliding his fingers into his short, sandy-blonde hair.
“I want you to fuck me, Seamus.” He stated, with far more calmness than he felt. “Can you do that?” Seamus blinked at him for a moment before taking him by the hips and shoving him back onto the bed.
They tore each other’s clothes off, throwing them carelessly over the side of the bed. Seamus fumbled with the lotion from the nightstand for a moment before sliding two slick fingers inside him. Draco sobbed and had to force himself not to come just from that.
“Don’t bother, I’m ready, I’m ready.” He moaned, writhing on his fingers.
“Are you sure?” Seamus asked breathlessly. “Because I don’t want to--”
“You won’t, trust me, just do it, *please*.” Seamus climbed over him, pressing his wrists gently into the bed. He started to push in, but paused, the tip of his cock resting maddeningly against Draco’s entrance.
“I’m not sure if I’m gonna to last very long at this rate.” Draco laughed through gritted teeth and said,
“Oh, trust me, this is gonna be a short ride.” He shoved his hips up, feeling the tip slide into him with a sort of desperate satisfaction. Seamus nails dug into the thin, scarred skin of his wrists and he thrust into him to the hilt, filling him in one long, hard stroke that left Draco senseless. He could do nothing but push back against the other boy’s strokes as hard as he could and writhe beneath him. Seamus released one of his wrists as they both approached the edge and slid it down to his throbbing cock. He jerked once, twice, and Draco came, shuddering violently. Seamus leaned down and kissed him, and their lips closed around each other’s cries as he came right after him.
******************************
As they lay afterwards, Seamus slid an arm around his waist and said,
“I don’t usually do things like this. Just so you know.” Draco took a cigarette out of the nightstand table and lit it.
“Shouldn’t *I* be the one to say that? After all, *I’m* the one who just gave it up on the first date.”
“This wasn’t a date!” Seamus laughed. “Our first date will be *much* better than this. Though hopefully ending the same way” He paused, stroking his fingers across Draco’s ribs. “If you *want us* to have a first date, I mean.” Draco scooted closer to him and ran a hand through his hair.
“I suppose I could bear it.” He sighed. They were silent for several minutes until Seamus pointed at his cigarette and said,
“Those things’ll kill you, you know.” Draco smiled caustically and saluted him with it before saying,
“Here’s hoping.”
*****************************
They stumbled down the stairs and into the living room half an hour later. Lance and Max were still curled up on the couch together, watching the news.
“Um, I had a great time, thanks for having me. Dinner was excellent. I had a nice evening.” Seamus said. Lance smiled pleasantly.
“I’m sure. We should do it again sometime soon, love. I’m sure Draco can show you out.”
Seamus kissed Draco lightly at the door and said,
“I’ll give you a call, okay?” He leaned a bit closer and whispered, “Sex was fantastic, love.” He stepped out onto the porch, smiled slightly, and said a final ‘cheers’, before going down the drive to his car. Draco returned to the living room and flopped down next to Lance and Max, unable to stop grinning. Max rolled his eyes with a smile and said to Lance,
“I told you he was perfect.”
“You two were planning this, weren’t you?”
“Of course.” Lance said. “If we don’t take control of your love life, who will? Not *you*, obviously.”
For once, Draco was grateful for their meddling.
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Hope you enjoyed reading the sex scene as much as I--:leers:--enjoyed writing it. Also, i don't actually know if cutting with the corner of the blade makes it bleed more. Please review--and I swear, Harry's coming back within the next two chapters.
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
Archive: Yes, please.
Comments: Yes, please.
NOTE: THERE IS A SEX SCENE.
Chapter 7: Elation
‘“When you want to tell me what made you go out and lay in the middle of the woods in the rain at six in the fucking morning, I’ll be waiting.”’
Four years later, Draco had still not told anyone what Chris had said, but he remembered the words well, and they nurtured within him a strong and virulent self-loathing.
It was a desire to alleviate this feeling that found Draco in the bathroom with a razor.
The blade cut through his flesh, leaving blood to rise in its wake. Draco lapped it up.
“You know, it’d bleed more if you used the corner of the blade.” Lance said. Draco made a non-committal noise, kicking his feet idly, and pressed the razor in harder. “I can’t believe you skipped out on your own birthday party for *this*.”
“Well, what about you? The host, in the bathroom, doing coke?” Draco scoffed, handing him the razor blade. Lance cleaned and dried it and began making lines out of the fine, white powder.
“The party’s boring. Chris is here, though. He asked about you. If you were seeing anyone.” Lance said, and began snorting.
“What did you say?” Lance sat back up, wiping his nose.
“That you were coming off something really heavy. I should get back down there. He was talking to Max, and they were giving each other *that* look.” He stood up and slipped the packet of cocaine into his pocket. “How’s it feel to be twenty-three?”
“One year closer to death.” Draco said brightly, picking up the razor blade again.
“Oh, don’t be so morbid.” Lance said, and left the bathroom. Draco locked the door behind him. He twirled the razor blade between his fingers, licking his lips as he caught the scent of his blood. He placed the blade against his arm again and paused, running a finger lightly over the Dark Mark. After a moment, he tipped the razor up to the corner and decided to test Lance’s theory.
****************************
It was three weeks after Draco’s twenty-third birthday that he came home and found Seamus Finnegan sitting on his couch.
“Hello.” Seamus said brightly. Max was at the door before Draco could speak.
“I tried to call and tell you, but there was no answer. You went to school with him, right?”
“Yeah--what the *hell* is he doing here?”
“I met him at the record shop.”
“And brought him home? Are you planning on sleeping with him, is that it?”
“*I* wasn’t, but Lance is giving him looks. It’s okay, though, right? That he‘s here?” Draco glanced around the corner and frowned.
“Did you tell him anything about me? About--well, you know?”
“Of course not, and I told Lance not to either. Are you gonna have dinner with us?” Draco sighed.
“I guess.”
They sat at the coffee table in the living room, and they hadn’t been eating for more than ten minutes when Lance said,
“So, Seamus, do you swing?”
“Oh, no, never.”
“Never?” Lance repeated, looking disappointed.
“Never. Sorry. If that’s why you asked me to dinner, I should probably just go.” He started to stand, but Max held out a hand.
“Don’t mind Lance. He thinks every even slightly gay man on the planet is a potential sex partner.”
“Well you’re *really* here as a suitor. We’re trying to marry Draco off.” Max snorted and grinned behind his glass of wine. Seamus took a bite of his food and said calmly,
“Does he come with a dowry?”
*****************************
The steady supply of wine lulled Draco into a state of hazy relaxation, so when they all ended up tangled together on the sofa, he didn’t really mind. He found Seamus more likable than he would have ever imagined. He sprawled across Seamus and Lance, his legs hanging off the end of the sofa, and lay his head on Lance’s thigh and let his eyes fall half-shut.
Seamus’ hand came to rest on his lower belly, just above the waist of his jeans. It was still for a moment before beginning to trail, lightly, over his stomach. Draco shivered, wiggling just the slightest bit, and stretched.
Seamus took this as encouragement and rubbed across his skin again, firmer this time. His fingers pressed in just inside his hipbones, and Draco couldn’t help but raise them a bit, sighing softly. Draco saw Lance glance over at them and smirk slightly before turning and leaning against Max, inching away from them. Seamus’ hand slid around his hips and pulled him closer, so that Draco’s arse was resting directly over his erection, and began to slowly grind upwards. Draco pushed back, biting his lip. The pressure was divine, but it was the completely wrong angle and all he wanted to do was crawl into Seamus’ lap and tear their clothes off and take every inch of his cock into him and, really, it had been far too long, and he could already feel the tension coiling, just waiting to be released and he pressed and writhed as hard as he could against the other boy, almost entirely forgetting to be discreet, and he when he had almost reached the peak of sensation, he found himself dumped rather unceremoniously onto the sofa. He blinked, regaining his focus. Seamus was halfway to the stairs when he turned and gasped out,
“Bathroom?” Lance smiled at him.
“Second door on the right.” He said sweetly, and the curl of his mouth became wicked the second Seamus had turned his back. “What are you waiting for, Draco?” He demanded, as Draco lay dazed on the couch. “Go after him.” Draco stood unsteadily and nodded, crossing the room.
He was halfway up the stairs when he realized that the second door on the right was not the bathroom--it was *his* room.
He got to the door just as Seamus was coming out.
“Um, I’m sorry for--for downstairs, I mean, I--” Seamus stammered.
“Sorry for *what*?” Draco growled, shoving him back into the room and swinging the door shut behind them. He slid his fingers into the waist of Seamus’ pants and pulled him closer, purring when Seamus’ arms went around his waist. He pushed Seamus’ hands down to his arse, moaning throatily when the other boy squeezed. Their mouths pressed together, tongues stroking together, and he bit Seamus’ lip when he broke the kiss. He pulled back a bit and his breath caught when he saw his reflection in the mirror; a delicate flush had settled over his cheeks, his eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed, and his mouth was slack and glistening faintly back at him.
It really had been too long.
He turned his eyes back on Seamus, sliding his fingers into his short, sandy-blonde hair.
“I want you to fuck me, Seamus.” He stated, with far more calmness than he felt. “Can you do that?” Seamus blinked at him for a moment before taking him by the hips and shoving him back onto the bed.
They tore each other’s clothes off, throwing them carelessly over the side of the bed. Seamus fumbled with the lotion from the nightstand for a moment before sliding two slick fingers inside him. Draco sobbed and had to force himself not to come just from that.
“Don’t bother, I’m ready, I’m ready.” He moaned, writhing on his fingers.
“Are you sure?” Seamus asked breathlessly. “Because I don’t want to--”
“You won’t, trust me, just do it, *please*.” Seamus climbed over him, pressing his wrists gently into the bed. He started to push in, but paused, the tip of his cock resting maddeningly against Draco’s entrance.
“I’m not sure if I’m gonna to last very long at this rate.” Draco laughed through gritted teeth and said,
“Oh, trust me, this is gonna be a short ride.” He shoved his hips up, feeling the tip slide into him with a sort of desperate satisfaction. Seamus nails dug into the thin, scarred skin of his wrists and he thrust into him to the hilt, filling him in one long, hard stroke that left Draco senseless. He could do nothing but push back against the other boy’s strokes as hard as he could and writhe beneath him. Seamus released one of his wrists as they both approached the edge and slid it down to his throbbing cock. He jerked once, twice, and Draco came, shuddering violently. Seamus leaned down and kissed him, and their lips closed around each other’s cries as he came right after him.
******************************
As they lay afterwards, Seamus slid an arm around his waist and said,
“I don’t usually do things like this. Just so you know.” Draco took a cigarette out of the nightstand table and lit it.
“Shouldn’t *I* be the one to say that? After all, *I’m* the one who just gave it up on the first date.”
“This wasn’t a date!” Seamus laughed. “Our first date will be *much* better than this. Though hopefully ending the same way” He paused, stroking his fingers across Draco’s ribs. “If you *want us* to have a first date, I mean.” Draco scooted closer to him and ran a hand through his hair.
“I suppose I could bear it.” He sighed. They were silent for several minutes until Seamus pointed at his cigarette and said,
“Those things’ll kill you, you know.” Draco smiled caustically and saluted him with it before saying,
“Here’s hoping.”
*****************************
They stumbled down the stairs and into the living room half an hour later. Lance and Max were still curled up on the couch together, watching the news.
“Um, I had a great time, thanks for having me. Dinner was excellent. I had a nice evening.” Seamus said. Lance smiled pleasantly.
“I’m sure. We should do it again sometime soon, love. I’m sure Draco can show you out.”
Seamus kissed Draco lightly at the door and said,
“I’ll give you a call, okay?” He leaned a bit closer and whispered, “Sex was fantastic, love.” He stepped out onto the porch, smiled slightly, and said a final ‘cheers’, before going down the drive to his car. Draco returned to the living room and flopped down next to Lance and Max, unable to stop grinning. Max rolled his eyes with a smile and said to Lance,
“I told you he was perfect.”
“You two were planning this, weren’t you?”
“Of course.” Lance said. “If we don’t take control of your love life, who will? Not *you*, obviously.”
For once, Draco was grateful for their meddling.
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Hope you enjoyed reading the sex scene as much as I--:leers:--enjoyed writing it. Also, i don't actually know if cutting with the corner of the blade makes it bleed more. Please review--and I swear, Harry's coming back within the next two chapters.
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