Baying At the Moon, chapter 8
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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.
__________________________
Chapter 8: Interruption
You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You’re taking me over
-Garbage “You Look So Fine”
Draco was a month away from his twenty-fourth birthday when Seamus asked him to move in him.
“I mean, I love your house, and I love Max and Lance, really, but you live so far away, and I’d love to come home every night and have you be there. And you like my flat, right?”
“I love your flat, Seamus, and I’d be glad to move in with you.”
“Really? Because I know you don’t like my orange sofa, but we could get rid of it if you want.” Draco rolled his eyes.
“I love your stupid bloody orange sofa, too.” Seamus put his arms around his
waist.
“Now *that’s* love, because that thing is hideous.
********************************
“Max and I really are geniuses.” Lance said when Draco told him the news. “Not only did we find you happiness, but we also got you out of our house, *finally*.” Max frowned.
“Are you certain that’s the best idea? I mean, you’ve only been together for a year. Well, not even that. And don’t you find it a bit strange that you haven’t met any of his friends?”
“I met his friends when we were in school, and I’ll thank the Lord’s good graces if I never see them again. I met Dean, though.”
“And you met his family, too, right? When his dad died and you went to the funeral?”
“Yes. See, it’s not suspicious at all.”
“Yeah, okay.” Max said with a shrug, but Draco had come to recognize that shrug as a sign of discontent.
“So, have you picked out patterns for the wedding invitations?” Lance asked brightly. Draco kicked him under the table and sipped his tea.
“Sod off.”
******************************
“Alarmingly enough, I think I’m going to really miss you.” Lance said as they stood in his gutted and empty room. “You *are* still going with us down to France, right? Just the three of us?”
“Yeah, of course.” Lance put an arm around his shoulder and sighed.
“Who will I annoy now?” Draco forced down a smile.
“Anyone on the street will do, I’m
sure.” What might have been a sentimental parting was ruined when Lance yanked his hair viciously.
*******************************
“Come into the bath with me.” Seamus said happily, standing amongst various boxes of Draco’s belongings.
“But I still haven’t unpacked.”
“Yes, but I don’t believe I’ve fucked you in there yet, and I want to cover all bases.” Seamus replied. He took Draco’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom.
He kissed his cheek lightly before pulling Draco’s t-shirt over his head. He sighed as he began to work on his belt. “I’m so glad you decided to live with me.” Seamus pushed his clothes down his hips, going to his knees to finish undressing him. “My neighbor’s in love with you.” He said as Draco stepped out of the clothes. “And it doesn’t hurt that I’m rather fond of you as well.”
He grinned up at him for a moment and said, “Now, the question is--” He paused to lick the tip of Draco’s erection. “Do you wanna come now,” He slid his hands around to Draco’s arse and slipped one finger in to press teasingly against his entrance. “Or do you wanna come when I’m inside you?”
Draco pushed himself against the finger, biting down on a moan when it slid inside him.
“Both, if you don’t mind.” Seamus purred.
“Good decision.”
*********************************
Afterwards, in the bath, Seamus brushed his fingers thoughtfully over the Dark Mark.
“It really is beautiful, in a grotesque kind of way.”
“You hate it. I don’t know why you’re always touching it.” Draco said, pulling his arm back.
“Of course I hate it, but I know it hasn’t got anything to do with you. I know it wasn’t your choice, and so does everyone else.”
“It’s still hideous.” Draco muttered, scrubbing at the scar. Seamus sat back in the water.
“You never *did* tell me how you got that scar on your back. The lightning bolt one.”
“I’m not really planning to either.” Seamus sighed.
“Fine, have it your way. Dean’ll be here in a half hour or so to help with the unpacking.” He stood up and stepped out of the bath. “Are you coming?” He asked, holding out a hand. Draco took it and climbed out and stood, shivering, for a moment until Seamus wrapped them both in a towel. As Seamus rubbed the towel through his hair, he sighed and said,
“I’ll tell you someday.” Seamus kissed him lightly.
“Sure.”
************************************
“I’ll be back in five days.” Draco said, picking up his suitcase.
“I’ll miss you.” Seamus sighed, putting his arms around him. They took a step towards the gate as a voice overhead announced boarding for flight 326, London to France. “Have a good time, and stay off the nude beaches!”
**************************
Four days into the trip, Max proposed to Lance, and within hours, Draco knew he had to go home early before he got a live XXX show.
He exchanged his ticket for a flight a day earlier and returned home to London, where it was cold, wet, and familiar, in the early hours of the morning. He rode the rickety lift up to Seamus’--well, *his*--flat and smiled as he slid his key into the lock.
He tossed his messenger bag on the floor next to the door and hung up his coat. He was halfway to the bedroom door when he noticed a form on the couch. Assuming it was Dean, he leaned over the couch to give him a rude awakening.
His fingers were hovering over an achingly familiar lightening bolt scar before he realized that Harry Potter was laying on his sofa, curled up in one of the thousands of hand-knitted blankets Seamus’ mum sent him. Draco stepped carefully back from the sofa, his heart pounding, and stumbled backwards toward the bedroom door.
Once he was safely behind it, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and leaned against the door.
Seamus was lying face-down on the
bed, sound asleep. Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and took out a cigarette. Just as he was lighting it, he felt an arm move around his waist.
“No smoking in the house, remember?” Seamus’ voice was raspy with sleep and he kept his eyes closed. They’d come to a more or less happy compromise: Seamus would turn a blind eye to the smoking (if it wasn’t in the house), and Draco would stop cutting. “What are you doing home a day early?” Draco took his shoes off and lay down next to him.
“Lance and Max got engaged, and I figured they’d want to be alone.” Seamus hummed and slid a hand under Draco’s shirt, the other moving up his thigh.
“I missed you.” Draco pushed the hand on his leg away and rolled over on top of the other boy.
“What’s Harry Potter doing on our couch, Seamus?”
“He got into a fight with Ginny last night and he needed a place to crash. I didn’t know you’d be home, or else I wouldn’t have offered. Sorry.” Seamus’ arms went around Draco again and he leaned up, kissing him lightly. He took Draco’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly.
“Seamus, if you think a few kisses
are going to distract me--” Seamus’ hand went to his arse and squeezed, pressing them closer together. “You’re perfectly right.” Draco sighed.
“You’re wearing far too much clothing.” Seamus murmured, his fingers working the front of Draco’s pants. He slid them down his hips and pushed him onto his back to pull them off before taking off his own clothes.
Seamus stretched out on top of him and pulled Draco’s leg up. He mumbled against Draco’s lips as he reached for the lotion on the nightstand and pushed three fingers into him.
“How was France?” He asked breathlessly. He used his other hand slick own cock, his thumb circling the head as he shivered slightly. Draco pushed back against him and said,
“Nice and warm. Was lonely, though.” Seamus pulled his fingers out and his hands moved up to press Draco’s shoulders into the bed. He rested the tip of his erection against Draco’s entrance and paused for a moment, sighing when he felt a tremor run through the boy beneath him. He thrust in to the hilt in one stroke, shuddering as Draco arched beneath him. He started to pull back when there was a gasp from the door.
They both turned to see Harry standing in the door, his eyes wide and his hand clutching the doorknob so hard his knuckles were white.
“Harry, mate, do you *mind*?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll just--I--I’m gonna go home.” He backed out of the door and it swung shut behind him. Seamus rolled his eyes.
“The reason I don’t have roommates.” He said, and started thrusting.
*******************************
“I’m really glad you’re back. Especially since now you can come to the dinner party.” Draco groaned. He had forgotten about the dinner Seamus had planned--the guest list was comprised entirely of their old schoolmates.
“Do I have to?”
“Yep.” Seamus said brightly. “I mean, you have to meet them sometime, Draco. Besides, you‘ve been seen now. It would look rather strange if you just disappeared between this morning and tonight.”
“I’m sure I won’t be missed.”
“Oh, yeah, you will. If nothing else Hermione will grill me until she sees you.” Draco rolled his eyes and mumbled ‘bloody Granger’ under his breath.
“Do you *really* want me to go?”
“I really want you to go. I mean, I haven’t even gotten to show you off to anyone yet!” Seamus took his hand. “Please?” Draco heaved a sigh.
“Fine, I’ll go. Will Potter be there?”
“Yeah.” Draco sighed again and absently touched his Dark Mark.
“Excellent.”
************
A/N: Okay, the next chapter, things heat up b/t Harry and Draco. But I have come to a problem: the OTP of this fic, is, of course, H/D, but I'm not sure I want Harry to get Draco back b/c I *like* Seamus/Draco! So I'm thinking I will write one where no one is happy, one where Seamus is happy, and one where Harry is happy, and let you gouys pick which one I should post. Note: no one happy may be a death ending.
PS: PLEASE REVIEW.
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.
__________________________
Chapter 8: Interruption
You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You’re taking me over
-Garbage “You Look So Fine”
Draco was a month away from his twenty-fourth birthday when Seamus asked him to move in him.
“I mean, I love your house, and I love Max and Lance, really, but you live so far away, and I’d love to come home every night and have you be there. And you like my flat, right?”
“I love your flat, Seamus, and I’d be glad to move in with you.”
“Really? Because I know you don’t like my orange sofa, but we could get rid of it if you want.” Draco rolled his eyes.
“I love your stupid bloody orange sofa, too.” Seamus put his arms around his
waist.
“Now *that’s* love, because that thing is hideous.
********************************
“Max and I really are geniuses.” Lance said when Draco told him the news. “Not only did we find you happiness, but we also got you out of our house, *finally*.” Max frowned.
“Are you certain that’s the best idea? I mean, you’ve only been together for a year. Well, not even that. And don’t you find it a bit strange that you haven’t met any of his friends?”
“I met his friends when we were in school, and I’ll thank the Lord’s good graces if I never see them again. I met Dean, though.”
“And you met his family, too, right? When his dad died and you went to the funeral?”
“Yes. See, it’s not suspicious at all.”
“Yeah, okay.” Max said with a shrug, but Draco had come to recognize that shrug as a sign of discontent.
“So, have you picked out patterns for the wedding invitations?” Lance asked brightly. Draco kicked him under the table and sipped his tea.
“Sod off.”
******************************
“Alarmingly enough, I think I’m going to really miss you.” Lance said as they stood in his gutted and empty room. “You *are* still going with us down to France, right? Just the three of us?”
“Yeah, of course.” Lance put an arm around his shoulder and sighed.
“Who will I annoy now?” Draco forced down a smile.
“Anyone on the street will do, I’m
sure.” What might have been a sentimental parting was ruined when Lance yanked his hair viciously.
*******************************
“Come into the bath with me.” Seamus said happily, standing amongst various boxes of Draco’s belongings.
“But I still haven’t unpacked.”
“Yes, but I don’t believe I’ve fucked you in there yet, and I want to cover all bases.” Seamus replied. He took Draco’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom.
He kissed his cheek lightly before pulling Draco’s t-shirt over his head. He sighed as he began to work on his belt. “I’m so glad you decided to live with me.” Seamus pushed his clothes down his hips, going to his knees to finish undressing him. “My neighbor’s in love with you.” He said as Draco stepped out of the clothes. “And it doesn’t hurt that I’m rather fond of you as well.”
He grinned up at him for a moment and said, “Now, the question is--” He paused to lick the tip of Draco’s erection. “Do you wanna come now,” He slid his hands around to Draco’s arse and slipped one finger in to press teasingly against his entrance. “Or do you wanna come when I’m inside you?”
Draco pushed himself against the finger, biting down on a moan when it slid inside him.
“Both, if you don’t mind.” Seamus purred.
“Good decision.”
*********************************
Afterwards, in the bath, Seamus brushed his fingers thoughtfully over the Dark Mark.
“It really is beautiful, in a grotesque kind of way.”
“You hate it. I don’t know why you’re always touching it.” Draco said, pulling his arm back.
“Of course I hate it, but I know it hasn’t got anything to do with you. I know it wasn’t your choice, and so does everyone else.”
“It’s still hideous.” Draco muttered, scrubbing at the scar. Seamus sat back in the water.
“You never *did* tell me how you got that scar on your back. The lightning bolt one.”
“I’m not really planning to either.” Seamus sighed.
“Fine, have it your way. Dean’ll be here in a half hour or so to help with the unpacking.” He stood up and stepped out of the bath. “Are you coming?” He asked, holding out a hand. Draco took it and climbed out and stood, shivering, for a moment until Seamus wrapped them both in a towel. As Seamus rubbed the towel through his hair, he sighed and said,
“I’ll tell you someday.” Seamus kissed him lightly.
“Sure.”
************************************
“I’ll be back in five days.” Draco said, picking up his suitcase.
“I’ll miss you.” Seamus sighed, putting his arms around him. They took a step towards the gate as a voice overhead announced boarding for flight 326, London to France. “Have a good time, and stay off the nude beaches!”
**************************
Four days into the trip, Max proposed to Lance, and within hours, Draco knew he had to go home early before he got a live XXX show.
He exchanged his ticket for a flight a day earlier and returned home to London, where it was cold, wet, and familiar, in the early hours of the morning. He rode the rickety lift up to Seamus’--well, *his*--flat and smiled as he slid his key into the lock.
He tossed his messenger bag on the floor next to the door and hung up his coat. He was halfway to the bedroom door when he noticed a form on the couch. Assuming it was Dean, he leaned over the couch to give him a rude awakening.
His fingers were hovering over an achingly familiar lightening bolt scar before he realized that Harry Potter was laying on his sofa, curled up in one of the thousands of hand-knitted blankets Seamus’ mum sent him. Draco stepped carefully back from the sofa, his heart pounding, and stumbled backwards toward the bedroom door.
Once he was safely behind it, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and leaned against the door.
Seamus was lying face-down on the
bed, sound asleep. Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and took out a cigarette. Just as he was lighting it, he felt an arm move around his waist.
“No smoking in the house, remember?” Seamus’ voice was raspy with sleep and he kept his eyes closed. They’d come to a more or less happy compromise: Seamus would turn a blind eye to the smoking (if it wasn’t in the house), and Draco would stop cutting. “What are you doing home a day early?” Draco took his shoes off and lay down next to him.
“Lance and Max got engaged, and I figured they’d want to be alone.” Seamus hummed and slid a hand under Draco’s shirt, the other moving up his thigh.
“I missed you.” Draco pushed the hand on his leg away and rolled over on top of the other boy.
“What’s Harry Potter doing on our couch, Seamus?”
“He got into a fight with Ginny last night and he needed a place to crash. I didn’t know you’d be home, or else I wouldn’t have offered. Sorry.” Seamus’ arms went around Draco again and he leaned up, kissing him lightly. He took Draco’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly.
“Seamus, if you think a few kisses
are going to distract me--” Seamus’ hand went to his arse and squeezed, pressing them closer together. “You’re perfectly right.” Draco sighed.
“You’re wearing far too much clothing.” Seamus murmured, his fingers working the front of Draco’s pants. He slid them down his hips and pushed him onto his back to pull them off before taking off his own clothes.
Seamus stretched out on top of him and pulled Draco’s leg up. He mumbled against Draco’s lips as he reached for the lotion on the nightstand and pushed three fingers into him.
“How was France?” He asked breathlessly. He used his other hand slick own cock, his thumb circling the head as he shivered slightly. Draco pushed back against him and said,
“Nice and warm. Was lonely, though.” Seamus pulled his fingers out and his hands moved up to press Draco’s shoulders into the bed. He rested the tip of his erection against Draco’s entrance and paused for a moment, sighing when he felt a tremor run through the boy beneath him. He thrust in to the hilt in one stroke, shuddering as Draco arched beneath him. He started to pull back when there was a gasp from the door.
They both turned to see Harry standing in the door, his eyes wide and his hand clutching the doorknob so hard his knuckles were white.
“Harry, mate, do you *mind*?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll just--I--I’m gonna go home.” He backed out of the door and it swung shut behind him. Seamus rolled his eyes.
“The reason I don’t have roommates.” He said, and started thrusting.
*******************************
“I’m really glad you’re back. Especially since now you can come to the dinner party.” Draco groaned. He had forgotten about the dinner Seamus had planned--the guest list was comprised entirely of their old schoolmates.
“Do I have to?”
“Yep.” Seamus said brightly. “I mean, you have to meet them sometime, Draco. Besides, you‘ve been seen now. It would look rather strange if you just disappeared between this morning and tonight.”
“I’m sure I won’t be missed.”
“Oh, yeah, you will. If nothing else Hermione will grill me until she sees you.” Draco rolled his eyes and mumbled ‘bloody Granger’ under his breath.
“Do you *really* want me to go?”
“I really want you to go. I mean, I haven’t even gotten to show you off to anyone yet!” Seamus took his hand. “Please?” Draco heaved a sigh.
“Fine, I’ll go. Will Potter be there?”
“Yeah.” Draco sighed again and absently touched his Dark Mark.
“Excellent.”
************
A/N: Okay, the next chapter, things heat up b/t Harry and Draco. But I have come to a problem: the OTP of this fic, is, of course, H/D, but I'm not sure I want Harry to get Draco back b/c I *like* Seamus/Draco! So I'm thinking I will write one where no one is happy, one where Seamus is happy, and one where Harry is happy, and let you gouys pick which one I should post. Note: no one happy may be a death ending.
PS: PLEASE REVIEW.
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