[Fic] The Failings of Monsters and Man
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bottom_dracoThis is my first entry for the FQF. I may do more, if Simmy gives me another challange. And now...
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, I am making no money off of this.
Author: Lady Feylene
Dedication: For Simmy, you addict you. And the rest of the Bottom!Draco group.
Author’s Note: This is written for the Bottom!Draco FQF, challenge #30.Male Character A (cannot be a Slytherin) and Draco end up getting in a situation where they have to live by their wits (lost in the Forbidden Forest, trapped in a strange land, far away, etc) for quite some time. They find themselves growing extremely close to one another, and MCA slowly grows more and more protective of Draco. They get rescued and brought back to Hogwarts to lead normal lives. How will MCA's new position as Draco's protector affect things?” Also, first time I’ve ever referenced pubic hair in a fic.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy was *not* happy. He was a *Malfoy*. This sort of thing simply did not happen to him. He did *not* get man handled, insulted, tossed in a cell, and then insulted more. But he had, all because his idiot father had made one *tiny* little mistake. All right, so letting Potter slip out from under their noses wasn’t exactly *tiny*, but it couldn’t have been helped! From what Draco could gather, the entire fiasco had been just that. A fiasco. But what else would happen when they tried to nab the Boy Who Lived To Be a Pain in The Arse in practically broad daylight? And he had *school* in a week!
“Well you’re the last person I’d expected to see here.”
Draco whirled around, angrier then before. Not only had they dumped him in a cell, they’d dumped him in a cell with someone else! And…
“Oh merlin, *you*,” Draco snarled, folding his arms over his chest. He recognized the flea bitten excuse for a man as his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. “Stay over there, I’d rather not have to pass the time with you humping my leg.”
“Nice to see you’ve matured into such a polite young man,” Lupin said softly. Draco had heard they’d managed to snag a few members of Dumbledore’s high ranking supporters but he’d never been allowed any names.
“Don’t talk to me. Unless it’s to tell me how to get out of here.” Which Draco doubted highly the werewolf knew. Otherwise he wouldn’t be sitting there.
“Well, actually I’ve a few ideas but I think I’ll keep them to myself.”
“You will not!” Draco snapped. The animal was playing with him!
“I’ve been here a few days already,” Lupin said, standing up and dusting off his shabby robes. “The walls aren’t magically reinforced, but they’re lined in silver. I don’t know how much you pay attention in class, but my kind are abnormally strong.”
“And?”
“Take off your robes.”
“Excuse me?” Draco had to have heard wrong.
“Take off your robes,” Lupin repeated.
“You pervert!” The young Slytherin exclaimed. “I will do no such thing!”
“They’re silk, aren’t they?”
“Yes…”
“Highly impractical, especially for summer wear. But silk negates the effect of silver. Whoever ordered you put down here wasn’t thinking clearly. Now take off your robes, please?”
“Fine…” Draco undid the clasps of his robes and shrugged them off. “Don’t *watch* me!” He hissed, glaring at the werewolf. The thing was looking at him! Under his robes he was wearing a light white vest and a pair of black linen trousers. “Here.” He shoved the silk robes at Lupin. “And you’d better not ruin them, those are my favorite!”
“I’ll do my best,” Lupin said, dryly. “But I’m going to have rip them apart.”
“What? You didn’t tell me that!”
“Draco,” Lupin’s voice was calm and controlled, “either I tear them into strips or we die in here. I’d really hope that you don’t have to think about that.”
“Fine!” Lupin would just have to get him a new set. He winced as he watched the werewolf shred the finely woven silk…watched it strip and tear into four long strips…
“They’re just robes, Draco.” Lupin said quietly as he wrapped the strips around his hands. “I may need your help with this…”
Draco watched as the werewolf braced himself against the door, pushing. He could hear the wood and metal creak and groan, but it didn’t look as if it were going to budge. “You’re not all that strong, you know,” Draco mused, leaning back against the wall. He was cold now without his robes.
“Help me…push…” Lupin grunted, backing up and throwing his weight against the door. Draco rolled his eyes and meandered over, dropping his weight lightly against the door.
“This isn’t working.”
“If you would actually *push*, it might!” Lupin stood back again, and slammed hard into the door. “Use your shoulder. I’m going to have to use mine, this angle is horrid…but when I say push Draco, I mean *push*.”
“Fine!” Draco shifted, and threw his wieght against the door. He watched as Lupin took a few steps back and slammed his body hard against the door. He felt it jerk, and creak, and heard the lock give with a shudder. The door swung open…
“It’s open!” Draco exclaimed, rather shocked. That had been remarkably easy.
“Yes, it is,” Lupin said, picking himself up off of the ground where he had fallen. “I don’t imagine you know the way out of here?”
“Actually I do, but it’s rather a pain in the arse.” Draco ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down. “And I’m freezing cold now.”
“That’s really the least of our concerns.”
“No, it’s the least of *your* concerns. My being cold is rather high on the list of my concerns, actually.”
“Fine.” It sounded as if Lupin were actually nearing his wits end. “I can handle the cold better then you.” The werewolf slipped off his tattered robes and handed them to Draco. “They’re going to be a bit big, but it’s the best I can do.”
“You expect me to wear there?” They were…dirty didn’t even begin to describe it. “I wouldn’t even give these to a house elf!”
“Then be cold. And give me back my robes.”
“No, no.” Draco pulled on the rough material. He *hated* being cold. He imagined now Lupin was going to be freezing. The threadbare jumper the werewolf was wearing looked as though it would unravel in a slight breeze. And were those *denim* trousers? Honestly, who wore *denim*?
“Now, the way out?” Lupin gently reminded him.
“Oh. Yes. Well ,we need to get to the stairs down the hall. But I’d imagine they’re guarded.”
“We need our wands…” Lupin frowned, and Draco wrapped the disgusting robes more tightly around his body.
“I don’t know where they are,” Draco admitted.
“Well, we’ll just have to see what we can do. May I ask how you ended up in there? I’d rather thought you were Mr. Death Eater In Training…”
“It’s a long story, I’d rather not talk about it,” Draco said, easily. He had been all for the Dark Lord triumphing, but at the moment he had some severe doubts about the management of the whole operation…
“All right then. Come along then, and stay behind me.”
“Behind you?” Well, of course. Draco could use Lupin as a shield if they encountered any serious fighting.
“And please stay quiet unless you have something helpful to say. I’m going to have to concentrate to get us out of this.”
“Fine.” Draco didn’t really want to talk to Lupin much anyway. He followed behind the older man, curious as to how Lupin expected to get them out. And what would happen afterwards. There were going to be guards. Well, probably just one guard. “There’ll be a guard at the stairs.”
“I know,” Lupin said. “Let me take care of that…”
“Take care of that’ was obviously werewolf for ‘die a horrible death’. Well, as long as he wasn’t dying a horrible death it would be all right. Maybe he could claim he was a hostage or something…
***
Remus Lupin was not having a good day. He rather had a feeling that he was out of the frying pan but headed into the fire. And honestly, Draco wasn’t helping much. But what help had he expected him to be? He was sixteen, spoiled, and Remus *really* wanted to know what he had been doing in that cell. Obviously something had caused a Malfoy fall from grace, from what Lupin could tell of the guard’s comments.
And speaking of guards…
“We’re in luck,” Lupin said, quietly. He glanced round the corner, and then turned to Draco. “Stay here, and stay quiet? And do *not* look around the corner, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Why did Remus have the distinct feeling that ‘yes’ meant ‘I’ll do whatever I damn well please’ in Draco’s language?
“I mean it,” Remus said, sternly. “Please Draco, listen to me.”
“All right.” That sounded more sincere. Remus licked his lips nervously, and rounded the corner. This was *not* going to be pleasant.
“Hey! What’in ‘ell yer doin’ out?” The large man that Remus recognized as Walden Macnair rose up out of is chair, large face twisted in anger and confusion. He pulled out his axe-trust Macnair to go to weapon before wand, and Remus held up his hands.
“Wait just a minute…” Remus said, slowly. “I know I have something you want…”
“Eh?” The burly man paused, eyeing Remus suspiciously. “An what’s that then?”
Remus took a deep breath and slowly closed the distance between them. He sincerely hoped that Draco was doing as he was told and staying put with his nose out of things. Remus dropped to his knees, placing a hand on Macnair’s thigh. He honestly hadn’t thought he’d be doing *this* anytime soon.
“So’s that’s what yer offerin’? Wolf, I can ‘ave that offa you iffin I really wanted it…”
“No you can’t. You were told not to touch me,” Remus said softly. He paid attention to these things. He moved his hand upwards, fighting an urge to be ill. He undid Macnair’s trousers, going to work immediately. Foul didn’t begin to describe the task, but he took to it diligently. He had little other choice. He felt thick fingers twined in his hair, and heard the clatter of metal on stone. The axe had fallen.
Remus increased the pressure of his mouth, glancing up to see the Death Eater’s eyes closed in pleasure. He groped blindly for the axe, feeling his hand close around the smooth handle. He pulled away, bringing the axe around in an arc, catching the flat of it against Macnair’s temple.
He fell like a load of stones.
“Draco!” Remus called, pulling the fallen man’s wand out of his pocket. He stood up, brushing off his knees and turned to see the slight young man come around the corner. He looked absolutely ridiculous in Remus’ robes, and his facial expression clearly said he had *not* listened to Remus.
“You’ve got a wand,” Draco said, blandly.
“I took it off of him. Come on, I need you to tell me where to go.” Remus ran a hand through his hair. He really needed a good bath.
“Up the stairs,” Draco said. “And to the left. There might be more guards, I don’t know.”
“I have a wand now. Here, come up close behind me,” Lupin said. He knew he was taking a risk, but it was all they had. “Put your arms around my waist.”
“No!” Draco snapped, taking a step back. “Why?”
“So I can place a dissilusionment charm on us. I don’t know how well it’s going to work, but it’s the best we have.”
“Oh,” Draco said. He sounded rather skeptical. “You try *anything*, you’re a dead man.”
“Draco, I am not going to ‘try anything’ other then to try and get us out of here. Now please just put your arms around my waist and stay close.”
“All right…” Draco did as he was told, and Remus cast the charm over them both. He hated the sensation that came along with it, and he felt Draco shudder against him.
“Just stay close, and be quiet. And give me directions, don’t worry about how low you whisper I’ll be able to hear you.” Remus took a step, and felt Draco flounder to keep up with him. This was going to be very difficult. He wondered if it may be easier to just carry him…
“Here,” Remus said, pulling Draco’s hands off of him. He bent down, squaring his shoulders. “Put your arms around my neck and your legs round my waist. This will go quicker if I carry you.”
“Carry me?”
“Just do it.” Remus was not in the mood to argue. It was obvious that Draco couldn’t take care of himself, and this was the best way to get them out. Reluctantly, the young man obeyed. Remus stood, staggering a bit under Draco’s weight. He took a few steps, settling the boy more comfortably on his back. There, that was much better.
He was able to take the stairs easily, and he slipped out into the corridor. It was seemingly empty.
“Left,” Draco reminded him quietly. Remus nodded, and sprinted off in that direction. He had no idea where they were, but he was going to trust Draco to get them out. And then what?
Well, he’d have to take him back to Grimmauld Place with him. There was little else to be done for it.
“Do you see the large doors to the right?” Draco hissed. Remus nodded. “Go through them. But be careful, that hallway’s very busy.”
Remus gritted his teeth, and headed for the doors. He pressed his ear against the wall, listening intently for movement on the other side. There was none. He pushed the door open and pressed himself back against them, just in case. He heard voices to the left, and he felt his heart speed up in his chest.
“We need to go left…” Draco whispered. Wonderful.
“All right,” Remus said, hoping his voice was calm and reassuring. He could feel Draco’s hear beating against his back, and feel the dampness of his hands.
“…Lord wants it done real gruesome like. Lots of blood and what not.”
Remus began slowly moving towards the left, hugging the wall. There were two men coming towards them, discussing *something* that needed to be done.
“That’ll be fun to watch, eh? Always wanted to see Malfoy pulled down a few pegs.”
“And that brat’s just as bad. Be a right change to hear him scream for once…”
“Oh, and I plan on making him *scream*. Bet he’s a virgin. Nothing like virgin arse, eh? And I’ll have him begging me for mercy before I even stick him!”
“Who’s finishing him off?”
“Lord, most likely. Be a mercy at that point…”
Remus nearly choked at Draco’s arms tightening around his neck. He had to swallow a grunt, and he placed a hand comfortingly over the boy’s interlocked hands. Whatever had happened had been bad, if they were actually planning on…
It was better not to think about it. Remus began moving again, and eventually Draco’s death grip relaxed.
“We’re nearly out,” Draco muttered. “Just take this next right, and then the first left you come to. We’ll be in the kitchens, and there’s a door to the grounds there.”
“All right.” Remus licked his lips, hoping to whatever god was watching over them that they’d make it.
***
Draco wanted to be ill. They were going to kill him. They were going to torture, rape and kill him, just to punish his father. What sort of sick people were they?
But he already knew the answer to that question. He was now hanging limply onto Lupin’s back, still somewhat confused about why the werewolf had started touching him like that. He could understand if there was some sort of connection between them but…
They meant nothing too each other. Why the hell was Lupin going out of his way to help him? It would have been easier to just leave him…
It didn’t make any sense to him. Had their roles been reversed, Draco would have left Lupin in a second. Of course, Draco would never have given Macnair a blow job, but that was besides the point. He wasn’t going to risk his life for someone he hardly liked!
“The door’s over there, by the fireplace,” Draco said. They were…in the kitchens. They were in the kitchens. This didn’t happen! Escapes were never this easy. There was a catch, a twist, something…
“Almost out,” Lupin told him. The kitchens were empty save for a few house elves, and they didn’t notice them. The grounds were empty. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Draco felt his breath hitching in his throat. Were they really going to do this?
“There’s…a drain, or something out that way. The sewage trench hit’s the surface over there.” He pointed. “We can probably get out through there. I wouldn’t risk the main gates…”
“No, certainly not. Here, I’m going to let you down now.”
“All right.” Draco unwound his legs from around Lupin, and stood up shakily. They had been going to kill him.
“We have to hurry, they’re going to discover we’re gone soon. How fast can you run?”
“Fast,” Draco said.
“Good.” Lupin didn’t say anything else, but broke into a run in the direction Draco had pointed. The younger man took off after him, his legs beginning to burn soon.
“There,” he called, slowing to a halt. There was a sewage drain that led off of the grounds. It smelled revolting, really…
“All right. This isn’t going to be very fun, but as soon as we’re far enough away we’re going to Apparate.”
“Where?” Draco asked.
“Somewhere safe,” Lupin assured him. “I’d imagine you’re not to eager to rejoin the ranks of Voldemort?”
“No,” Draco admitted. They were going to kill him! For no good reason!
“All right then. Don’t worry, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Why?” He had to ask. The question seemed to take Lupin by surprise, because he looked at Draco with very wide and confused eyes.
“Why?” It was as if he couldn’t quite understand the question.
“I mean…I’m *nothing* to you.”
“No.” Lupin shook his head softly. “You aren’t nothing to me. You’re…*relatively* innocent. You’re not exactly a good person, but you don’t deserve to die.”
“You risked your life to get me out.”
“And we’re risking them even more by standing here talking. Come on, into the water.”
“That’s not exactly water…”
“Let’s pretend, hmm?” Lupin gave him a reassuring smile. “Er…I know it’s cold but you’ll be able to swim better without the robes.”
“You just want to see me without them…” Draco teased, tossing his head. He discarded the robes-it *would* be easier to move without them-and watched as Lupin jumped into the stagnant, foul smelling ‘water’. Taking a deep breath, Draco followed after.
“This is disgusting…” He said, shuddering. Water wasn’t this *thick*! Or…opaque. And it didn’t smell like a loo on a hot day.
“I know,’ Lupin said. “And it’s about to get worse. We have to swim *under* the grate. Can you hold your breath, or do you need a bubble head charm? I don’t know how well I can manage, this wand…well, it’s not easy for me to use.”
“Under? As in…fully submerge myself?”
“Yes, Draco.”
“That’s…that’s beyond all words in the English language for disgusting.”
“I know. I’ll go first.” Lupin said, taking a deep breath. Draco felt he was going to be ill as he watched the werewolf disappear under the sludge. How was he going to *see*, to get under the grate? Or was he just going to…feel his way?
This was a bad idea. They probably should have used the main gates. Draco pursed his lips, and yelped when Lupin surfaced on the other side of the grating.
“You’re…covered…” he mumbled.
“You will be too. It’s not too far down, you’ll be able to hold your breath. I’ll go down to guide you under, keep your eyes *closed*!”
“You don’t need to stress that!” Draco swallowed hard. How was he going to do this? It was…he was floating in a river of human waste! But if *Lupin* could do it, he could to. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and dived under the water.
It was the single worst experience of his life. It went beyond his mind’s processing capabilities. He groped blindly, and felt Lupin grab his wrist and pull him under. It was getting harder to hold his breath. His chest was getting tight. He felt Lupin pull him up, felt himself break the surface…
“I want a bath!” He exclaimed, wiping muck off of his face and only managing to smear it around.
“So do I. Don’t worry, you’ll get one.”
“I’d better. And new clothes, these are ruined.”
“Well, they match your robes now, come on.” Lupin gave him a cheerful grin and Draco groaned. This was hard to swim in.
“I think we’re far enough away…”
“All right. Come here.” Lupin stopped, and Draco put his arms around the older man. This was almost over, thank Merlin…
***
Apperating with two people was trickier then with one. Remus had to concentrate much harder then usual, and he hoped that they actually *were* out of the boundaries…
They were. Remus fell to the floor of his room in Grimmauld place, not caring about how it knocked the wind out of him. It was solid ground. That they were dripping sludge all over.
“Did we…are we…?”
“Yes, Draco. We’re safe.” Remus rolled onto his back, glad for the familiar surroundings. He listened for anyone else, but the house seemed empty.
“Where are we?” Draco asked, sitting up and looking around.
“My room,” Remus told him. “Here, I’ll draw you a bath.”
“Thanks.”
Remus smiled. He was rather surprised to hear Draco thanking him for anything. He imagined their little ordeal had to have had *some* sort of affect on him. What to do with him now was the big question…
He couldn’t be sent back to his father. That was as good as signing his death warrant. School started back up in a week, Remus supposed they could keep him here until then. They’d just have to watch him, carefully.
Remus knelt next to the tub and turned on the tap, making sure the water was good and warm. They’d just keep him, then. He wasn’t all that bad, really. Just mildly annoying.
“Is it almost ready?”
“Hmm?” Remus turned, seeing Draco standing in the doorway. “Almost”
“I need clean clothes.”
“I know, I’ll get you some,” Remus promised. “Here.” He turned off the water, and stepped away. “There’s soap and shampoo in the cabinet there, I’ll be back in a moment with clean clothes and a towel for you.”
“Thanks,” Draco said, watching Remus with guarded eyes. He left the bathroom, and headed down to one of the other bedrooms. Harry had left a few things here, that was the best that he could come up with. A large red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Draco would just have to go without undergarments.
“Here,” Remus said as he knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Draco called. Remus opened the door, and set the clothes and towel down on the counter. Draco was sitting chin deep in the water, and looking much better then he had when they arrived.
“Feeling better?” Remus asked.
“Yes. You smell like a loo.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Remus said, chuckling. “You did too, until you got in there. I‘ll be waiting for my turn, don‘t take too long.” He gave Draco another smile and left the bathroom to gather up his own clothing.
***
He was clean. Draco patted himself dry with the towel and frowned at the clothes Lupin had found for him. He was *not* going to wear those. Who knew where they’d been? He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into the bedroom.
“Bathroom’s yours, I’m not wearing those rags,” Draco said.
“Then go naked,” Lupin told him. “It’s all we have.”
Draco just rolled his eyes, and watched as Lupin headed into the bathroom, another set of ratty clothes in hand. He couldn’t understand how the werewolf stood being so poor.
He was thankful though. If it hadn’t been for Lupin…well, Draco didn’t really want to think about that. He was tired and sore, and the bed looked *very* inviting. He stripped off the towel and climbed under the covers, hugging a pillow against him.
So now what? His entire life was pretty much shot to shit. He had nothing now. He didn’t even have clothes! And he was at Lupin’s. It was a damn nice room, for such a poor person. Maybe Lupin whored himself out on the side…
“Comfy?”
“Yes,” Draco said, not even bothering to look up.
“It is late,” Lupin said. “There are other rooms, you know…”
“I like this one.”
“I’m sure you do, but this is my room. And that’s my bed.”
Draco was *not* moving. “S big,” he muttered.
“Yes it is, but it’s also occupied,” Lupin said. “Come on, out.”
“I’m tired, and I’m naked and I’m not moving.”
“And you expect to share?” Lupin chuckled. “You’re quite an interesting young man, Draco. You’re not what I thought you were.”
“Oh?”
“You did very well today,” Lupin said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know…it must be hard for you now.”
“What’s going to happen?” Draco asked, hating to but having to.
“I’m not sure. You can stay here, until school starts,” Lupin told him. “This…well, I’ll explain all of that later, But you’re safe here, and there are people who will be willing to help you if you let them.”
“Like you?”
“Yes, like me,” Lupin admitted. “I’ve grown a bit fond of you, actually.”
“That’s rather dirty.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Lupin said.
“Yes you did. You’re a pervert. All you ever wanted was to see me out of my robes and cop a feel.” Draco rolled over and looked at Lupin. “And I saw what you did…”
“You weren’t supposed to,” Lupin said seriously. “I didn’t do that because I enjoyed it, I did it because I had to.”
“So you don’t like other blokes then?” Draco asked, resting his head on his hands.
“That’s really not relevant.” Lupin said.
“You saved my life, you know,” Draco said suddenly.
“I know. We’ve been over this.”
“Thank you. For that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You can, you know,” Draco said, sighing.
“Can what?”
“Get into bed.”
“That wouldn’t be a very good idea,” Lupin told him, smoothing down the covers. Why was the man so damn stubborn? Draco could tell he *wanted* to…
“I think it would.”
“I think it wouldn’t.”
“It would.”
“It would not,” Lupin said firmly. “You’re sixteen years old Draco, and…”
“And what? I’m also attractive, willing, and good in bed.”
“Draco…”
What *was* his problem? Draco had been raised properly. He was indebted to Lupin now, and he knew he wanted it. Why didn’t he just take it?
“What?” Draco asked. “Just do it!”
“It isn’t that simple,” Lupin said, softly. “I…I’m fond of you now, yes, but not exactly in that manner. You *are* very appealing to me. And yes, I do find you attractive. But…it would hardly be right.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re too young, because I’ve seen you helpless, and because I’d hate myself afterwards for doing it to you.”
That made no sense whatsoever. Draco was not having this this, and he wasn’t in the mood to argue. He sat up and pressed his lips against Lupin’s, hands twining in the werewolf’s hair.
“Draco…” Lupin moaned against his lips, pulling away. “Please don’t do this…”
“You want it…”
“It can’t be this way between us…”
“I didn’t say I wanted a *relationship*!” Draco exclaimed . “I just…want to do this. Now shut up and let’s get on with it!”
“Have you ever?” Lupin asked, resting his hand against Draco’s cheek.
“Yes,” Draco said. “Once. Can we please stop with the talking now?” He really just wanted to do this…
***
Remus was already feeling guilty. He’d rescued him from Merlin knew what sort of atrocities, and now he was agreeing to sleep with him. This was pure madness. He ran his thumb over Draco’s cheek, tracing the fine arch of bone.
“Draco, I don’t know how your other partners are but I prefer to keep the lines of communication open during intimacy,” he told the younger man.
“Fine,” Draco said, biting his lower lip.
“Are you certain you….?”
“Yes!” Draco snapped.
“All right.” Remus leaned forward, brushing his lips against Draco’s. He was going to do this properly. He moved his mouth against them, familiarizing himself with them. They were soft and full and slick. It was odd, how Draco smelled like his soap and shampoo. He let his hand slip around to cradle his skull, holding him gently in place. He felt Draco’s hands on his shoulders, and then the younger man was in his lap, his tongue battering against his lips.
Remus opened his mouth, allowing Draco entrance. His body was responding to the naked boy in his lap, and he shuddered. He already knew how well developed Draco’s slender body was, from the hours of carrying him around on his back. But it was completely different to have him damp and devoid of clothing in his arms.
After a few long minutes of slow kisses, Remus moved his lips to Draco’s neck, tasting the skin there. He was clean and fresh and thoroughly delicious. He chuckled a bit, listening to Draco whimper.
“Here, lay back…” he urged, pulling away a moment. Draco lay back, gloriously pale and naked against the dark blue sheets. Remus ran his eyes over the young man’s trim form, taking in his sculpted torso, pale thighs and tangle of platinum blond curls at the junction between.
He slipped out of his own clothes, tossing them aside. He watched Draco’s eyes on him, running over his chest and hips and legs. He knew he wasn’t what the younger man was used to, but that wasn’t his problem.
“It’s been a rough year,” he said casually, stretching out over Draco.
“It’s fine,” Draco said with a shrug. He pulled Remus down closer, and their lips met in a rather more passionate kiss then what they’d shared earlier.
//Albus *is* going to kill me.// But it really didn’t do to be thinking of Albus Dumbledore in bed. He concentrated instead on the hot lips beneath his, and the firm erection pressing against his thigh. He trailed kisses down Draco’s neck to his chest, pausing to run his tongue over his small nipples, teasing them to hardness before drawing one into his mouth. He felt Draco arch underneath him, and moan. Remus moved to the other nipple, before tracing a path down his stomach. He traced the lines of muscle there, before lowering his head to the young man’s groin.
Draco tasted far better then Macnair. Remus took him into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. His fingers found Draco’s scrotum, rolling it gently as he worked his lips and tongue over his erection.
It didn’t take long for Draco to climax, and Remus swallowed it easily. He looked up, and grinned as he saw the heavy lidded expression on Draco’s face. //You’re not taking advantage of him.//
Remus moved up Draco’s body, and was a little surprised when the younger man spread his legs for him. He reached between them, teasing Draco’s entrance and slipping a finger inside. He was tight and hot, and Remus gritted his teeth as he worked his finger slowly in and out. A second and then third joined, and he wished he had lubrication. But it had been over a year since he’d any need for that. This would have to do…
He positioned himself between Draco’s thighs, and guided himself to the boy’s tight entrance. It enveloped him like a glove, and he groaned at the effort of going slowly. He buried himself all the way, watching Draco carefully for any sign of discomfort.
“All right?” he asked, hoarsely.
“Yes…”
That was all he needed. He began moving slowly, and sped up as he felt Draco’s hands on his back. Soon the younger man was moving with him-or trying to, at any rate. It was awkward and a bit bumpy, but eventually they settled on a rhythm that Remus certainly enjoyed.
Moments later, he was emptying himself inside of Draco with a stifled cry. He rolled off of him, regretting the sudden rush of cold that hit his flushed body. A quick cleaning spell with his stolen wand, and he pulled the covers up over them.
“Are you happy now?” he asked Draco, drawing the younger man close.
“Yes,” Draco said, quietly. Remus sighed, and kissed the top of his head. He could only imagine what Draco was going through right now. Well, not entirely. Draco had lost everything. Nothing was ever going to be the same for him. Remus understood that all too well.
//He…needs me.// Remus thought, glancing down at the younger man. It wasn’t going to be easy, being accepted here. Harry…there was no guarantee the other boy would just welcome Draco with open arms. Ron certainly wouldn’t. And they would always be suspicious, and never fully trust him. They were the same way with Severus…
Remus would do what he could. He knew the empty, dreadful feeling that came with suddenly finding oneself with nothing. He’d been through it when he lost James, Lily, Sirius and Peter. He’d felt it twice as hard losing Sirius again…
“Go to sleep,” Remus said, gently. “I’ll explain everything tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Draco sounded too tired to argue. “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome.”
Tomorrow was going to be a *very* hard day.
~Fin!~
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, I am making no money off of this.
Author: Lady Feylene
Dedication: For Simmy, you addict you. And the rest of the Bottom!Draco group.
Author’s Note: This is written for the Bottom!Draco FQF, challenge #30.Male Character A (cannot be a Slytherin) and Draco end up getting in a situation where they have to live by their wits (lost in the Forbidden Forest, trapped in a strange land, far away, etc) for quite some time. They find themselves growing extremely close to one another, and MCA slowly grows more and more protective of Draco. They get rescued and brought back to Hogwarts to lead normal lives. How will MCA's new position as Draco's protector affect things?” Also, first time I’ve ever referenced pubic hair in a fic.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy was *not* happy. He was a *Malfoy*. This sort of thing simply did not happen to him. He did *not* get man handled, insulted, tossed in a cell, and then insulted more. But he had, all because his idiot father had made one *tiny* little mistake. All right, so letting Potter slip out from under their noses wasn’t exactly *tiny*, but it couldn’t have been helped! From what Draco could gather, the entire fiasco had been just that. A fiasco. But what else would happen when they tried to nab the Boy Who Lived To Be a Pain in The Arse in practically broad daylight? And he had *school* in a week!
“Well you’re the last person I’d expected to see here.”
Draco whirled around, angrier then before. Not only had they dumped him in a cell, they’d dumped him in a cell with someone else! And…
“Oh merlin, *you*,” Draco snarled, folding his arms over his chest. He recognized the flea bitten excuse for a man as his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. “Stay over there, I’d rather not have to pass the time with you humping my leg.”
“Nice to see you’ve matured into such a polite young man,” Lupin said softly. Draco had heard they’d managed to snag a few members of Dumbledore’s high ranking supporters but he’d never been allowed any names.
“Don’t talk to me. Unless it’s to tell me how to get out of here.” Which Draco doubted highly the werewolf knew. Otherwise he wouldn’t be sitting there.
“Well, actually I’ve a few ideas but I think I’ll keep them to myself.”
“You will not!” Draco snapped. The animal was playing with him!
“I’ve been here a few days already,” Lupin said, standing up and dusting off his shabby robes. “The walls aren’t magically reinforced, but they’re lined in silver. I don’t know how much you pay attention in class, but my kind are abnormally strong.”
“And?”
“Take off your robes.”
“Excuse me?” Draco had to have heard wrong.
“Take off your robes,” Lupin repeated.
“You pervert!” The young Slytherin exclaimed. “I will do no such thing!”
“They’re silk, aren’t they?”
“Yes…”
“Highly impractical, especially for summer wear. But silk negates the effect of silver. Whoever ordered you put down here wasn’t thinking clearly. Now take off your robes, please?”
“Fine…” Draco undid the clasps of his robes and shrugged them off. “Don’t *watch* me!” He hissed, glaring at the werewolf. The thing was looking at him! Under his robes he was wearing a light white vest and a pair of black linen trousers. “Here.” He shoved the silk robes at Lupin. “And you’d better not ruin them, those are my favorite!”
“I’ll do my best,” Lupin said, dryly. “But I’m going to have rip them apart.”
“What? You didn’t tell me that!”
“Draco,” Lupin’s voice was calm and controlled, “either I tear them into strips or we die in here. I’d really hope that you don’t have to think about that.”
“Fine!” Lupin would just have to get him a new set. He winced as he watched the werewolf shred the finely woven silk…watched it strip and tear into four long strips…
“They’re just robes, Draco.” Lupin said quietly as he wrapped the strips around his hands. “I may need your help with this…”
Draco watched as the werewolf braced himself against the door, pushing. He could hear the wood and metal creak and groan, but it didn’t look as if it were going to budge. “You’re not all that strong, you know,” Draco mused, leaning back against the wall. He was cold now without his robes.
“Help me…push…” Lupin grunted, backing up and throwing his weight against the door. Draco rolled his eyes and meandered over, dropping his weight lightly against the door.
“This isn’t working.”
“If you would actually *push*, it might!” Lupin stood back again, and slammed hard into the door. “Use your shoulder. I’m going to have to use mine, this angle is horrid…but when I say push Draco, I mean *push*.”
“Fine!” Draco shifted, and threw his wieght against the door. He watched as Lupin took a few steps back and slammed his body hard against the door. He felt it jerk, and creak, and heard the lock give with a shudder. The door swung open…
“It’s open!” Draco exclaimed, rather shocked. That had been remarkably easy.
“Yes, it is,” Lupin said, picking himself up off of the ground where he had fallen. “I don’t imagine you know the way out of here?”
“Actually I do, but it’s rather a pain in the arse.” Draco ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down. “And I’m freezing cold now.”
“That’s really the least of our concerns.”
“No, it’s the least of *your* concerns. My being cold is rather high on the list of my concerns, actually.”
“Fine.” It sounded as if Lupin were actually nearing his wits end. “I can handle the cold better then you.” The werewolf slipped off his tattered robes and handed them to Draco. “They’re going to be a bit big, but it’s the best I can do.”
“You expect me to wear there?” They were…dirty didn’t even begin to describe it. “I wouldn’t even give these to a house elf!”
“Then be cold. And give me back my robes.”
“No, no.” Draco pulled on the rough material. He *hated* being cold. He imagined now Lupin was going to be freezing. The threadbare jumper the werewolf was wearing looked as though it would unravel in a slight breeze. And were those *denim* trousers? Honestly, who wore *denim*?
“Now, the way out?” Lupin gently reminded him.
“Oh. Yes. Well ,we need to get to the stairs down the hall. But I’d imagine they’re guarded.”
“We need our wands…” Lupin frowned, and Draco wrapped the disgusting robes more tightly around his body.
“I don’t know where they are,” Draco admitted.
“Well, we’ll just have to see what we can do. May I ask how you ended up in there? I’d rather thought you were Mr. Death Eater In Training…”
“It’s a long story, I’d rather not talk about it,” Draco said, easily. He had been all for the Dark Lord triumphing, but at the moment he had some severe doubts about the management of the whole operation…
“All right then. Come along then, and stay behind me.”
“Behind you?” Well, of course. Draco could use Lupin as a shield if they encountered any serious fighting.
“And please stay quiet unless you have something helpful to say. I’m going to have to concentrate to get us out of this.”
“Fine.” Draco didn’t really want to talk to Lupin much anyway. He followed behind the older man, curious as to how Lupin expected to get them out. And what would happen afterwards. There were going to be guards. Well, probably just one guard. “There’ll be a guard at the stairs.”
“I know,” Lupin said. “Let me take care of that…”
“Take care of that’ was obviously werewolf for ‘die a horrible death’. Well, as long as he wasn’t dying a horrible death it would be all right. Maybe he could claim he was a hostage or something…
***
Remus Lupin was not having a good day. He rather had a feeling that he was out of the frying pan but headed into the fire. And honestly, Draco wasn’t helping much. But what help had he expected him to be? He was sixteen, spoiled, and Remus *really* wanted to know what he had been doing in that cell. Obviously something had caused a Malfoy fall from grace, from what Lupin could tell of the guard’s comments.
And speaking of guards…
“We’re in luck,” Lupin said, quietly. He glanced round the corner, and then turned to Draco. “Stay here, and stay quiet? And do *not* look around the corner, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Why did Remus have the distinct feeling that ‘yes’ meant ‘I’ll do whatever I damn well please’ in Draco’s language?
“I mean it,” Remus said, sternly. “Please Draco, listen to me.”
“All right.” That sounded more sincere. Remus licked his lips nervously, and rounded the corner. This was *not* going to be pleasant.
“Hey! What’in ‘ell yer doin’ out?” The large man that Remus recognized as Walden Macnair rose up out of is chair, large face twisted in anger and confusion. He pulled out his axe-trust Macnair to go to weapon before wand, and Remus held up his hands.
“Wait just a minute…” Remus said, slowly. “I know I have something you want…”
“Eh?” The burly man paused, eyeing Remus suspiciously. “An what’s that then?”
Remus took a deep breath and slowly closed the distance between them. He sincerely hoped that Draco was doing as he was told and staying put with his nose out of things. Remus dropped to his knees, placing a hand on Macnair’s thigh. He honestly hadn’t thought he’d be doing *this* anytime soon.
“So’s that’s what yer offerin’? Wolf, I can ‘ave that offa you iffin I really wanted it…”
“No you can’t. You were told not to touch me,” Remus said softly. He paid attention to these things. He moved his hand upwards, fighting an urge to be ill. He undid Macnair’s trousers, going to work immediately. Foul didn’t begin to describe the task, but he took to it diligently. He had little other choice. He felt thick fingers twined in his hair, and heard the clatter of metal on stone. The axe had fallen.
Remus increased the pressure of his mouth, glancing up to see the Death Eater’s eyes closed in pleasure. He groped blindly for the axe, feeling his hand close around the smooth handle. He pulled away, bringing the axe around in an arc, catching the flat of it against Macnair’s temple.
He fell like a load of stones.
“Draco!” Remus called, pulling the fallen man’s wand out of his pocket. He stood up, brushing off his knees and turned to see the slight young man come around the corner. He looked absolutely ridiculous in Remus’ robes, and his facial expression clearly said he had *not* listened to Remus.
“You’ve got a wand,” Draco said, blandly.
“I took it off of him. Come on, I need you to tell me where to go.” Remus ran a hand through his hair. He really needed a good bath.
“Up the stairs,” Draco said. “And to the left. There might be more guards, I don’t know.”
“I have a wand now. Here, come up close behind me,” Lupin said. He knew he was taking a risk, but it was all they had. “Put your arms around my waist.”
“No!” Draco snapped, taking a step back. “Why?”
“So I can place a dissilusionment charm on us. I don’t know how well it’s going to work, but it’s the best we have.”
“Oh,” Draco said. He sounded rather skeptical. “You try *anything*, you’re a dead man.”
“Draco, I am not going to ‘try anything’ other then to try and get us out of here. Now please just put your arms around my waist and stay close.”
“All right…” Draco did as he was told, and Remus cast the charm over them both. He hated the sensation that came along with it, and he felt Draco shudder against him.
“Just stay close, and be quiet. And give me directions, don’t worry about how low you whisper I’ll be able to hear you.” Remus took a step, and felt Draco flounder to keep up with him. This was going to be very difficult. He wondered if it may be easier to just carry him…
“Here,” Remus said, pulling Draco’s hands off of him. He bent down, squaring his shoulders. “Put your arms around my neck and your legs round my waist. This will go quicker if I carry you.”
“Carry me?”
“Just do it.” Remus was not in the mood to argue. It was obvious that Draco couldn’t take care of himself, and this was the best way to get them out. Reluctantly, the young man obeyed. Remus stood, staggering a bit under Draco’s weight. He took a few steps, settling the boy more comfortably on his back. There, that was much better.
He was able to take the stairs easily, and he slipped out into the corridor. It was seemingly empty.
“Left,” Draco reminded him quietly. Remus nodded, and sprinted off in that direction. He had no idea where they were, but he was going to trust Draco to get them out. And then what?
Well, he’d have to take him back to Grimmauld Place with him. There was little else to be done for it.
“Do you see the large doors to the right?” Draco hissed. Remus nodded. “Go through them. But be careful, that hallway’s very busy.”
Remus gritted his teeth, and headed for the doors. He pressed his ear against the wall, listening intently for movement on the other side. There was none. He pushed the door open and pressed himself back against them, just in case. He heard voices to the left, and he felt his heart speed up in his chest.
“We need to go left…” Draco whispered. Wonderful.
“All right,” Remus said, hoping his voice was calm and reassuring. He could feel Draco’s hear beating against his back, and feel the dampness of his hands.
“…Lord wants it done real gruesome like. Lots of blood and what not.”
Remus began slowly moving towards the left, hugging the wall. There were two men coming towards them, discussing *something* that needed to be done.
“That’ll be fun to watch, eh? Always wanted to see Malfoy pulled down a few pegs.”
“And that brat’s just as bad. Be a right change to hear him scream for once…”
“Oh, and I plan on making him *scream*. Bet he’s a virgin. Nothing like virgin arse, eh? And I’ll have him begging me for mercy before I even stick him!”
“Who’s finishing him off?”
“Lord, most likely. Be a mercy at that point…”
Remus nearly choked at Draco’s arms tightening around his neck. He had to swallow a grunt, and he placed a hand comfortingly over the boy’s interlocked hands. Whatever had happened had been bad, if they were actually planning on…
It was better not to think about it. Remus began moving again, and eventually Draco’s death grip relaxed.
“We’re nearly out,” Draco muttered. “Just take this next right, and then the first left you come to. We’ll be in the kitchens, and there’s a door to the grounds there.”
“All right.” Remus licked his lips, hoping to whatever god was watching over them that they’d make it.
***
Draco wanted to be ill. They were going to kill him. They were going to torture, rape and kill him, just to punish his father. What sort of sick people were they?
But he already knew the answer to that question. He was now hanging limply onto Lupin’s back, still somewhat confused about why the werewolf had started touching him like that. He could understand if there was some sort of connection between them but…
They meant nothing too each other. Why the hell was Lupin going out of his way to help him? It would have been easier to just leave him…
It didn’t make any sense to him. Had their roles been reversed, Draco would have left Lupin in a second. Of course, Draco would never have given Macnair a blow job, but that was besides the point. He wasn’t going to risk his life for someone he hardly liked!
“The door’s over there, by the fireplace,” Draco said. They were…in the kitchens. They were in the kitchens. This didn’t happen! Escapes were never this easy. There was a catch, a twist, something…
“Almost out,” Lupin told him. The kitchens were empty save for a few house elves, and they didn’t notice them. The grounds were empty. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Draco felt his breath hitching in his throat. Were they really going to do this?
“There’s…a drain, or something out that way. The sewage trench hit’s the surface over there.” He pointed. “We can probably get out through there. I wouldn’t risk the main gates…”
“No, certainly not. Here, I’m going to let you down now.”
“All right.” Draco unwound his legs from around Lupin, and stood up shakily. They had been going to kill him.
“We have to hurry, they’re going to discover we’re gone soon. How fast can you run?”
“Fast,” Draco said.
“Good.” Lupin didn’t say anything else, but broke into a run in the direction Draco had pointed. The younger man took off after him, his legs beginning to burn soon.
“There,” he called, slowing to a halt. There was a sewage drain that led off of the grounds. It smelled revolting, really…
“All right. This isn’t going to be very fun, but as soon as we’re far enough away we’re going to Apparate.”
“Where?” Draco asked.
“Somewhere safe,” Lupin assured him. “I’d imagine you’re not to eager to rejoin the ranks of Voldemort?”
“No,” Draco admitted. They were going to kill him! For no good reason!
“All right then. Don’t worry, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Why?” He had to ask. The question seemed to take Lupin by surprise, because he looked at Draco with very wide and confused eyes.
“Why?” It was as if he couldn’t quite understand the question.
“I mean…I’m *nothing* to you.”
“No.” Lupin shook his head softly. “You aren’t nothing to me. You’re…*relatively* innocent. You’re not exactly a good person, but you don’t deserve to die.”
“You risked your life to get me out.”
“And we’re risking them even more by standing here talking. Come on, into the water.”
“That’s not exactly water…”
“Let’s pretend, hmm?” Lupin gave him a reassuring smile. “Er…I know it’s cold but you’ll be able to swim better without the robes.”
“You just want to see me without them…” Draco teased, tossing his head. He discarded the robes-it *would* be easier to move without them-and watched as Lupin jumped into the stagnant, foul smelling ‘water’. Taking a deep breath, Draco followed after.
“This is disgusting…” He said, shuddering. Water wasn’t this *thick*! Or…opaque. And it didn’t smell like a loo on a hot day.
“I know,’ Lupin said. “And it’s about to get worse. We have to swim *under* the grate. Can you hold your breath, or do you need a bubble head charm? I don’t know how well I can manage, this wand…well, it’s not easy for me to use.”
“Under? As in…fully submerge myself?”
“Yes, Draco.”
“That’s…that’s beyond all words in the English language for disgusting.”
“I know. I’ll go first.” Lupin said, taking a deep breath. Draco felt he was going to be ill as he watched the werewolf disappear under the sludge. How was he going to *see*, to get under the grate? Or was he just going to…feel his way?
This was a bad idea. They probably should have used the main gates. Draco pursed his lips, and yelped when Lupin surfaced on the other side of the grating.
“You’re…covered…” he mumbled.
“You will be too. It’s not too far down, you’ll be able to hold your breath. I’ll go down to guide you under, keep your eyes *closed*!”
“You don’t need to stress that!” Draco swallowed hard. How was he going to do this? It was…he was floating in a river of human waste! But if *Lupin* could do it, he could to. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and dived under the water.
It was the single worst experience of his life. It went beyond his mind’s processing capabilities. He groped blindly, and felt Lupin grab his wrist and pull him under. It was getting harder to hold his breath. His chest was getting tight. He felt Lupin pull him up, felt himself break the surface…
“I want a bath!” He exclaimed, wiping muck off of his face and only managing to smear it around.
“So do I. Don’t worry, you’ll get one.”
“I’d better. And new clothes, these are ruined.”
“Well, they match your robes now, come on.” Lupin gave him a cheerful grin and Draco groaned. This was hard to swim in.
“I think we’re far enough away…”
“All right. Come here.” Lupin stopped, and Draco put his arms around the older man. This was almost over, thank Merlin…
***
Apperating with two people was trickier then with one. Remus had to concentrate much harder then usual, and he hoped that they actually *were* out of the boundaries…
They were. Remus fell to the floor of his room in Grimmauld place, not caring about how it knocked the wind out of him. It was solid ground. That they were dripping sludge all over.
“Did we…are we…?”
“Yes, Draco. We’re safe.” Remus rolled onto his back, glad for the familiar surroundings. He listened for anyone else, but the house seemed empty.
“Where are we?” Draco asked, sitting up and looking around.
“My room,” Remus told him. “Here, I’ll draw you a bath.”
“Thanks.”
Remus smiled. He was rather surprised to hear Draco thanking him for anything. He imagined their little ordeal had to have had *some* sort of affect on him. What to do with him now was the big question…
He couldn’t be sent back to his father. That was as good as signing his death warrant. School started back up in a week, Remus supposed they could keep him here until then. They’d just have to watch him, carefully.
Remus knelt next to the tub and turned on the tap, making sure the water was good and warm. They’d just keep him, then. He wasn’t all that bad, really. Just mildly annoying.
“Is it almost ready?”
“Hmm?” Remus turned, seeing Draco standing in the doorway. “Almost”
“I need clean clothes.”
“I know, I’ll get you some,” Remus promised. “Here.” He turned off the water, and stepped away. “There’s soap and shampoo in the cabinet there, I’ll be back in a moment with clean clothes and a towel for you.”
“Thanks,” Draco said, watching Remus with guarded eyes. He left the bathroom, and headed down to one of the other bedrooms. Harry had left a few things here, that was the best that he could come up with. A large red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Draco would just have to go without undergarments.
“Here,” Remus said as he knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Draco called. Remus opened the door, and set the clothes and towel down on the counter. Draco was sitting chin deep in the water, and looking much better then he had when they arrived.
“Feeling better?” Remus asked.
“Yes. You smell like a loo.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Remus said, chuckling. “You did too, until you got in there. I‘ll be waiting for my turn, don‘t take too long.” He gave Draco another smile and left the bathroom to gather up his own clothing.
***
He was clean. Draco patted himself dry with the towel and frowned at the clothes Lupin had found for him. He was *not* going to wear those. Who knew where they’d been? He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into the bedroom.
“Bathroom’s yours, I’m not wearing those rags,” Draco said.
“Then go naked,” Lupin told him. “It’s all we have.”
Draco just rolled his eyes, and watched as Lupin headed into the bathroom, another set of ratty clothes in hand. He couldn’t understand how the werewolf stood being so poor.
He was thankful though. If it hadn’t been for Lupin…well, Draco didn’t really want to think about that. He was tired and sore, and the bed looked *very* inviting. He stripped off the towel and climbed under the covers, hugging a pillow against him.
So now what? His entire life was pretty much shot to shit. He had nothing now. He didn’t even have clothes! And he was at Lupin’s. It was a damn nice room, for such a poor person. Maybe Lupin whored himself out on the side…
“Comfy?”
“Yes,” Draco said, not even bothering to look up.
“It is late,” Lupin said. “There are other rooms, you know…”
“I like this one.”
“I’m sure you do, but this is my room. And that’s my bed.”
Draco was *not* moving. “S big,” he muttered.
“Yes it is, but it’s also occupied,” Lupin said. “Come on, out.”
“I’m tired, and I’m naked and I’m not moving.”
“And you expect to share?” Lupin chuckled. “You’re quite an interesting young man, Draco. You’re not what I thought you were.”
“Oh?”
“You did very well today,” Lupin said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know…it must be hard for you now.”
“What’s going to happen?” Draco asked, hating to but having to.
“I’m not sure. You can stay here, until school starts,” Lupin told him. “This…well, I’ll explain all of that later, But you’re safe here, and there are people who will be willing to help you if you let them.”
“Like you?”
“Yes, like me,” Lupin admitted. “I’ve grown a bit fond of you, actually.”
“That’s rather dirty.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Lupin said.
“Yes you did. You’re a pervert. All you ever wanted was to see me out of my robes and cop a feel.” Draco rolled over and looked at Lupin. “And I saw what you did…”
“You weren’t supposed to,” Lupin said seriously. “I didn’t do that because I enjoyed it, I did it because I had to.”
“So you don’t like other blokes then?” Draco asked, resting his head on his hands.
“That’s really not relevant.” Lupin said.
“You saved my life, you know,” Draco said suddenly.
“I know. We’ve been over this.”
“Thank you. For that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You can, you know,” Draco said, sighing.
“Can what?”
“Get into bed.”
“That wouldn’t be a very good idea,” Lupin told him, smoothing down the covers. Why was the man so damn stubborn? Draco could tell he *wanted* to…
“I think it would.”
“I think it wouldn’t.”
“It would.”
“It would not,” Lupin said firmly. “You’re sixteen years old Draco, and…”
“And what? I’m also attractive, willing, and good in bed.”
“Draco…”
What *was* his problem? Draco had been raised properly. He was indebted to Lupin now, and he knew he wanted it. Why didn’t he just take it?
“What?” Draco asked. “Just do it!”
“It isn’t that simple,” Lupin said, softly. “I…I’m fond of you now, yes, but not exactly in that manner. You *are* very appealing to me. And yes, I do find you attractive. But…it would hardly be right.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re too young, because I’ve seen you helpless, and because I’d hate myself afterwards for doing it to you.”
That made no sense whatsoever. Draco was not having this this, and he wasn’t in the mood to argue. He sat up and pressed his lips against Lupin’s, hands twining in the werewolf’s hair.
“Draco…” Lupin moaned against his lips, pulling away. “Please don’t do this…”
“You want it…”
“It can’t be this way between us…”
“I didn’t say I wanted a *relationship*!” Draco exclaimed . “I just…want to do this. Now shut up and let’s get on with it!”
“Have you ever?” Lupin asked, resting his hand against Draco’s cheek.
“Yes,” Draco said. “Once. Can we please stop with the talking now?” He really just wanted to do this…
***
Remus was already feeling guilty. He’d rescued him from Merlin knew what sort of atrocities, and now he was agreeing to sleep with him. This was pure madness. He ran his thumb over Draco’s cheek, tracing the fine arch of bone.
“Draco, I don’t know how your other partners are but I prefer to keep the lines of communication open during intimacy,” he told the younger man.
“Fine,” Draco said, biting his lower lip.
“Are you certain you….?”
“Yes!” Draco snapped.
“All right.” Remus leaned forward, brushing his lips against Draco’s. He was going to do this properly. He moved his mouth against them, familiarizing himself with them. They were soft and full and slick. It was odd, how Draco smelled like his soap and shampoo. He let his hand slip around to cradle his skull, holding him gently in place. He felt Draco’s hands on his shoulders, and then the younger man was in his lap, his tongue battering against his lips.
Remus opened his mouth, allowing Draco entrance. His body was responding to the naked boy in his lap, and he shuddered. He already knew how well developed Draco’s slender body was, from the hours of carrying him around on his back. But it was completely different to have him damp and devoid of clothing in his arms.
After a few long minutes of slow kisses, Remus moved his lips to Draco’s neck, tasting the skin there. He was clean and fresh and thoroughly delicious. He chuckled a bit, listening to Draco whimper.
“Here, lay back…” he urged, pulling away a moment. Draco lay back, gloriously pale and naked against the dark blue sheets. Remus ran his eyes over the young man’s trim form, taking in his sculpted torso, pale thighs and tangle of platinum blond curls at the junction between.
He slipped out of his own clothes, tossing them aside. He watched Draco’s eyes on him, running over his chest and hips and legs. He knew he wasn’t what the younger man was used to, but that wasn’t his problem.
“It’s been a rough year,” he said casually, stretching out over Draco.
“It’s fine,” Draco said with a shrug. He pulled Remus down closer, and their lips met in a rather more passionate kiss then what they’d shared earlier.
//Albus *is* going to kill me.// But it really didn’t do to be thinking of Albus Dumbledore in bed. He concentrated instead on the hot lips beneath his, and the firm erection pressing against his thigh. He trailed kisses down Draco’s neck to his chest, pausing to run his tongue over his small nipples, teasing them to hardness before drawing one into his mouth. He felt Draco arch underneath him, and moan. Remus moved to the other nipple, before tracing a path down his stomach. He traced the lines of muscle there, before lowering his head to the young man’s groin.
Draco tasted far better then Macnair. Remus took him into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. His fingers found Draco’s scrotum, rolling it gently as he worked his lips and tongue over his erection.
It didn’t take long for Draco to climax, and Remus swallowed it easily. He looked up, and grinned as he saw the heavy lidded expression on Draco’s face. //You’re not taking advantage of him.//
Remus moved up Draco’s body, and was a little surprised when the younger man spread his legs for him. He reached between them, teasing Draco’s entrance and slipping a finger inside. He was tight and hot, and Remus gritted his teeth as he worked his finger slowly in and out. A second and then third joined, and he wished he had lubrication. But it had been over a year since he’d any need for that. This would have to do…
He positioned himself between Draco’s thighs, and guided himself to the boy’s tight entrance. It enveloped him like a glove, and he groaned at the effort of going slowly. He buried himself all the way, watching Draco carefully for any sign of discomfort.
“All right?” he asked, hoarsely.
“Yes…”
That was all he needed. He began moving slowly, and sped up as he felt Draco’s hands on his back. Soon the younger man was moving with him-or trying to, at any rate. It was awkward and a bit bumpy, but eventually they settled on a rhythm that Remus certainly enjoyed.
Moments later, he was emptying himself inside of Draco with a stifled cry. He rolled off of him, regretting the sudden rush of cold that hit his flushed body. A quick cleaning spell with his stolen wand, and he pulled the covers up over them.
“Are you happy now?” he asked Draco, drawing the younger man close.
“Yes,” Draco said, quietly. Remus sighed, and kissed the top of his head. He could only imagine what Draco was going through right now. Well, not entirely. Draco had lost everything. Nothing was ever going to be the same for him. Remus understood that all too well.
//He…needs me.// Remus thought, glancing down at the younger man. It wasn’t going to be easy, being accepted here. Harry…there was no guarantee the other boy would just welcome Draco with open arms. Ron certainly wouldn’t. And they would always be suspicious, and never fully trust him. They were the same way with Severus…
Remus would do what he could. He knew the empty, dreadful feeling that came with suddenly finding oneself with nothing. He’d been through it when he lost James, Lily, Sirius and Peter. He’d felt it twice as hard losing Sirius again…
“Go to sleep,” Remus said, gently. “I’ll explain everything tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Draco sounded too tired to argue. “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome.”
Tomorrow was going to be a *very* hard day.
~Fin!~
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Date: 2003-09-24 06:57 pm (UTC)and the wedding is back on.
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Date: 2003-09-24 10:32 pm (UTC)Pleeeaaaaaaase?
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Date: 2003-09-25 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-25 08:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 04:16 am (UTC)As I've been told by a gay male friend: "Anal sex without lube is like having your dick rubbed raw and then torn off." Seriously, on the bottom's side, there were do ruptured blood vessels and possibly tearing, on the top's skin burn. For an example of the effect, go out to your car, turn on windshield wipers, do not use water. Listen to the sound and watch. That's what it's like.
If you know anyone who has had non-lubed anal sex that wasn't incredibly painful, please tell me. I'm completely willing to change my opinion because of factual experience.
Otherwise, I found the story amusing and cute.
- Andrea.
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Date: 2003-09-29 08:58 am (UTC)Unless it's a virgn scene. That's something I'm quite picky about. ::Shudders::