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bottom_dracoTitle: Hearsay
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Regulus/Draco
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like all other authors, I'm merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.
A/N: Part of the Bottom!Draco FQF. Number 12: If anyone can do this, I will love you forever. Regulus/Draco. Time turner, AU, do whatever you want.
[Unbetaed.]
Draco stared incredulously. "I'm going to what?!" he fairly screeched.
His father gave an impatient sigh. "You're going to learn your place, Draco. The Dark Lord is unhappy with your cheek."
Draco scowled.
"Hurry Draco, we don't have all day."
The Malfoy heir trudged along behind his father. This was unbelievable! It was bad enough they wanted to mar his perfect skin with some ugly tattoo, now they wanted to teach him his place. He snorted. Let them try. He gave in for no one.
"In here," his father said, opening a large wooden door. It looked heavy, and was finely carved, although the young Slytherin could almost swear the markings were somehow primary spell functions. His inner musings were interrupted by the beauty of the room he'd stepped into. It was a place of Kings, or heavenly beings at the very least, so ornate and finitely detailed as it was. Draco drew in a sharp breath.
"You're late," came a voice, and Draco turned to see, but his eyes were having trouble adjusting, or the lights were just playing tricks on him.
"My apologies," he heard his father say.
"Leave now."
His father gave a curt bow, something which startled him, because his father demeaned himself for Lord Voldemort alone. Or so he had believed. Who was this then, that demanded such respect from his father? He shifted slightly as the door closed and locked, simultaneously marking his father's exit and sealing his fate.
He swallowed, feeling eyes on him. Eyes that could see straight into the tiny closet of his heart, where he kept his most precious secrets and most desired fantasies.
"My, but aren't you a pretty thing? Would figure…you being a Malfoy and all."
This would generally be the time to fire back a scathing remark, except his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He stood tall, trying to keep his dignity in tact.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that. You're here to learn after all."
"I didn't agree to this." There. Beside the embarrassing quaver, he'd managed to establish himself.
"Mmm…They rarely do. You must be very special, young Malfoy. Draco, is it?"
"Yes," he replied haughtily, raising his chin.
There was a dry, amused chuckle.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?" he snapped.
"You."
His brows came together tightly. He would not be laughed at! "And who are you, to laugh at me?!"
"My name is important to you?" came the amused voice, grating on Draco's nerves.
"I should hope you have one at the very least."
"That I do. And by the night's end, it will be well burned in your mind, if not your throat."
Draco was furious. "And just what are you supposed to teach me? How to be irritating?"
More laughter. "And they told me you were bright."
Draco was about to shoot back a rather uncalled for remark, when a figure seemed to materialize from the shadows. He stopped cold. Merlin he was beautiful. Roughly a few years older than himself, the young man had ebony hair that floated about his head ethereally, and deep, brown eyes that stared back with all the knowledge of the cosmos. He found he was, unfortunately, glued to the floor, as the young man smiled.
"My name is Regulus, Regulus Black."
"I-impossible," he choked, "He's dead."
"Mmm.." the young man replied, nodding. "So I've heard."
He advanced, and Draco felt his insides drop, his heart suddenly racing.
"Do you know why Voldemort has encouraged this?"
The blonde had no idea what 'this' meant, but he could feel his legs turn to jelly as the words were near whispered in his ear. The fact that he'd said the Dark Lord's name without so much as a moment's hesitation, or shift of his eyes, told Draco this young man, whomever he was, had no fear. It made him excited, oddly enough.
When Draco didn't respond, the beauty circled him slowly. "I was his lover." Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, yes. He never wanted anyone as he wanted me, I made sure of that." His hand trailed over Draco's shoulder, fingers fluttering over robes of finest silk. "I did too good a job at it I'm afraid. For, when I tried to leave, he brought me here." He pressed his chest against Draco's back, whispering, "He means to keep me forever." Draco shuddered at the warm breath that teased his skin, and sent small hairs flying.
"You're here," he continued, unperturbed by Draco's increasingly agitated state, "Because he's taken a liking to you….So beautiful…." He petted Draco's hair, and Draco could feel himself sway backward, into the touch. "So proud…." Draco swallowed thickly, as his hair was caught in a fist and pulled back, forcing the exposure of his throat. "We need to fix that."
"I-…don't give in…easily…" he commented.
"No, I can see you don't. You wouldn't be here if you did."
Draco's eyes fluttered as the softest lips pressed against his throat. A hand began undoing the buttons of his robe, and before Draco realized it, he was standing naked in the strange room. The man took a step back, looking him over appraisingly. Draco stared right back. He was rather surprised by the slap.
"You color so easily," Regulus said, fingertips brushing the sudden, reddening welt on the pale skin. "He'll hurt you often."
Draco was torn between tears and yelling.
Regulus circled him once more. His hand trailing over the detailed planes of Draco's body. "So firm….Are you a virgin?"
"No," he replied, beginning to breathe once more.
"Let me rephrase that…Have you ever been entered?"
Draco swallowed. "Yes," he replied, feeling he'd get farther with honesty.
"Mm…" Regulus replied, hand dipping between the rounded globes of Draco's bottom. "But not for just anyone….This was special…" His fingers found Draco's entrance, and began to trail over it, almost boredly. The Slytherin's breath hitched. "You love him." It was a statement.
Draco's chest tightened. No one could know about that.
"It's all right. I understand love," Regulus replied. "I've loved myself."
Against all odds, Draco could feel tears pooling in his eyes.
"On the bed."
He did as he was told.
Regulus took his time, undressing slowly, and folding up his garments, before draping them over a chair. Draco stared, in awe. No one could be that perfect. His eyes remained fixed on the mesmerizing sight, as Regulus crawled over the bed, and settled atop him.
"It will be easier if you don't think of him."
Draco nodded.
"You've learned to manipulate, Draco. But, you've yet to learn how to be manipulated." His hands trailed over pale skin. "Eyes down," he added, when the boy met his own.
He squirmed under such knowing hands. "Be still. The Dark Lord commands complete dominance." Draco bit his lip, willing himself to be still. His eyes closed in an attempt to establish control, but it only served to heighten his awareness of Regulus' body against his own. His tongue was swirling over Draco's jugular, while his hands teased responses from his body.
He cried out, as a hand circled his aching member. His head whipped to the side, as he was slapped once more. "Silence, Draco," came the soft command.
Draco bit down on his lip again, as Regulus worked a slick finger into him. His hips jerked once, but he was able to control them in time to avoid another slap. As Regulus worked in another finger and began stretching him, Draco fought the urge to push him off. He'd only ever let one person do this to him, and it had only happened twice. As if knowing what he was thinking, Regulus tugged Draco's hips, and angled his fingers, thrusting forward with a purpose. Draco wailed, body arching over the bed. He'd never quite felt that before.
An arm draped over his chest, holding him steady and pushing him back into the downy softness of the bed. Surprisingly, he received no slap. Not even as he pushed back against the fingers frantically. "Calm yourself, Draco." And then the fingers were gone.
Draco cried out, looking up at Regulus, eyes sharp with defiance, anger at having been denied. It earned him another slap. Swallowing, he lowered his eyes again. "Please," he whispered, hips arching and thrusting into air as Regulus ignored him.
"Please, who?"
"Please, Regulus."
"Please, what?"
"Fuck me."
"What?"
"Fuck me, please."
The older man shook his head, and for a moment Draco thought he was going to climb off the bed. Instead, he gripped Draco's slim hips, pulling him close, and entering him. Draco cried out, arms scrabbling above his head, as he searched for a place to bury his hands. His knees slowly descended onto his chest, and he exhaled raspily. Then Regulus was pulling back, and he whined softly. Regulus thrust forward, and Draco's head fell back.
They remained this way, Regulus thrusting slowly, accurately, with purpose. Draco crying out, chanting his name, clawing at the linens. It seemed to Draco that Regulus was staving his climax, forbidding him to know pleasure. It was slowly driving him insane. And then Regulus whispered in his ear, "Now, think of him."
Draco cried out almost instantly, body going taunt as he released to the image of his lover. Regulus waited, then moved forward, and back once more, continuing his maddening thrusts. Soon Draco was climbing again, still on the waves of recent pleasure, his mind was a hazy mess.
"Who is your Lord?"
"V-voldemort."
"Whom bears your loyalty?"
"V-voldemort."
"To whom do you pledge your life?"
"Voldemort!"
"To whom do you give your heart?"
"Harry.." Draco sighed.
He cried out again, body trembling in release once more. But, Regulus wasn't finished. Draco was near tears as he found himself climbing once more, Regulus still strong, and unfulfilled.
"Will you do as your Lord commands?"
"Yes."
"Will you obey his every word?"
"Yes."
"Will you give of him yourself?"
"Yes."
"Completely?"
"Yes."
"And you lover?"
"Har-RY!"
Regulus stilled as Draco came once more, bursting into tears this time. He cried harder as Regulus began thrusting again, in the same rhythm. His chest heaved, tears spilling over reddened cheeks. "Please…" he begged.
"Please what?"
"Stop. Please. I can't! I won't!"
"What?"
"He can't have him!"
"Who?"
"Harry! He can't have him!"
"Oh…Very well then, Draco."
Draco screamed, as his body tore in release, feeling that he had nothing left to give, and knowing it wasn't enough. Surprisingly, Regulus pulled out, and sat him up. Draco winced as his body protested, in agony. He was drawn to a warm chest, and he clung to the other man, despite himself. Regulus stroked at him soothingly, rocking him slowly.
Draco dressed, and was lead to the door. Regulus smiled at him, kissing his cheek.
"Listen to your heart," he whispered.
Draco stared, in surprise. The door opened, and Regulus shoved him at his father. Lucius caught the broken form of his son in strong arms, and pulled him close. "Well, Draco…What have you to say now?"
"I-I'm ready."
"Lord Voldemort will be pleased."
"Yes…" He met Regulus' eyes before the door was closed, locking the young man in his prison of pleasure. "Yes…I'm sure he will be."
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Regulus/Draco
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like all other authors, I'm merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.
A/N: Part of the Bottom!Draco FQF. Number 12: If anyone can do this, I will love you forever. Regulus/Draco. Time turner, AU, do whatever you want.
[Unbetaed.]
Draco stared incredulously. "I'm going to what?!" he fairly screeched.
His father gave an impatient sigh. "You're going to learn your place, Draco. The Dark Lord is unhappy with your cheek."
Draco scowled.
"Hurry Draco, we don't have all day."
The Malfoy heir trudged along behind his father. This was unbelievable! It was bad enough they wanted to mar his perfect skin with some ugly tattoo, now they wanted to teach him his place. He snorted. Let them try. He gave in for no one.
"In here," his father said, opening a large wooden door. It looked heavy, and was finely carved, although the young Slytherin could almost swear the markings were somehow primary spell functions. His inner musings were interrupted by the beauty of the room he'd stepped into. It was a place of Kings, or heavenly beings at the very least, so ornate and finitely detailed as it was. Draco drew in a sharp breath.
"You're late," came a voice, and Draco turned to see, but his eyes were having trouble adjusting, or the lights were just playing tricks on him.
"My apologies," he heard his father say.
"Leave now."
His father gave a curt bow, something which startled him, because his father demeaned himself for Lord Voldemort alone. Or so he had believed. Who was this then, that demanded such respect from his father? He shifted slightly as the door closed and locked, simultaneously marking his father's exit and sealing his fate.
He swallowed, feeling eyes on him. Eyes that could see straight into the tiny closet of his heart, where he kept his most precious secrets and most desired fantasies.
"My, but aren't you a pretty thing? Would figure…you being a Malfoy and all."
This would generally be the time to fire back a scathing remark, except his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He stood tall, trying to keep his dignity in tact.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that. You're here to learn after all."
"I didn't agree to this." There. Beside the embarrassing quaver, he'd managed to establish himself.
"Mmm…They rarely do. You must be very special, young Malfoy. Draco, is it?"
"Yes," he replied haughtily, raising his chin.
There was a dry, amused chuckle.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?" he snapped.
"You."
His brows came together tightly. He would not be laughed at! "And who are you, to laugh at me?!"
"My name is important to you?" came the amused voice, grating on Draco's nerves.
"I should hope you have one at the very least."
"That I do. And by the night's end, it will be well burned in your mind, if not your throat."
Draco was furious. "And just what are you supposed to teach me? How to be irritating?"
More laughter. "And they told me you were bright."
Draco was about to shoot back a rather uncalled for remark, when a figure seemed to materialize from the shadows. He stopped cold. Merlin he was beautiful. Roughly a few years older than himself, the young man had ebony hair that floated about his head ethereally, and deep, brown eyes that stared back with all the knowledge of the cosmos. He found he was, unfortunately, glued to the floor, as the young man smiled.
"My name is Regulus, Regulus Black."
"I-impossible," he choked, "He's dead."
"Mmm.." the young man replied, nodding. "So I've heard."
He advanced, and Draco felt his insides drop, his heart suddenly racing.
"Do you know why Voldemort has encouraged this?"
The blonde had no idea what 'this' meant, but he could feel his legs turn to jelly as the words were near whispered in his ear. The fact that he'd said the Dark Lord's name without so much as a moment's hesitation, or shift of his eyes, told Draco this young man, whomever he was, had no fear. It made him excited, oddly enough.
When Draco didn't respond, the beauty circled him slowly. "I was his lover." Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, yes. He never wanted anyone as he wanted me, I made sure of that." His hand trailed over Draco's shoulder, fingers fluttering over robes of finest silk. "I did too good a job at it I'm afraid. For, when I tried to leave, he brought me here." He pressed his chest against Draco's back, whispering, "He means to keep me forever." Draco shuddered at the warm breath that teased his skin, and sent small hairs flying.
"You're here," he continued, unperturbed by Draco's increasingly agitated state, "Because he's taken a liking to you….So beautiful…." He petted Draco's hair, and Draco could feel himself sway backward, into the touch. "So proud…." Draco swallowed thickly, as his hair was caught in a fist and pulled back, forcing the exposure of his throat. "We need to fix that."
"I-…don't give in…easily…" he commented.
"No, I can see you don't. You wouldn't be here if you did."
Draco's eyes fluttered as the softest lips pressed against his throat. A hand began undoing the buttons of his robe, and before Draco realized it, he was standing naked in the strange room. The man took a step back, looking him over appraisingly. Draco stared right back. He was rather surprised by the slap.
"You color so easily," Regulus said, fingertips brushing the sudden, reddening welt on the pale skin. "He'll hurt you often."
Draco was torn between tears and yelling.
Regulus circled him once more. His hand trailing over the detailed planes of Draco's body. "So firm….Are you a virgin?"
"No," he replied, beginning to breathe once more.
"Let me rephrase that…Have you ever been entered?"
Draco swallowed. "Yes," he replied, feeling he'd get farther with honesty.
"Mm…" Regulus replied, hand dipping between the rounded globes of Draco's bottom. "But not for just anyone….This was special…" His fingers found Draco's entrance, and began to trail over it, almost boredly. The Slytherin's breath hitched. "You love him." It was a statement.
Draco's chest tightened. No one could know about that.
"It's all right. I understand love," Regulus replied. "I've loved myself."
Against all odds, Draco could feel tears pooling in his eyes.
"On the bed."
He did as he was told.
Regulus took his time, undressing slowly, and folding up his garments, before draping them over a chair. Draco stared, in awe. No one could be that perfect. His eyes remained fixed on the mesmerizing sight, as Regulus crawled over the bed, and settled atop him.
"It will be easier if you don't think of him."
Draco nodded.
"You've learned to manipulate, Draco. But, you've yet to learn how to be manipulated." His hands trailed over pale skin. "Eyes down," he added, when the boy met his own.
He squirmed under such knowing hands. "Be still. The Dark Lord commands complete dominance." Draco bit his lip, willing himself to be still. His eyes closed in an attempt to establish control, but it only served to heighten his awareness of Regulus' body against his own. His tongue was swirling over Draco's jugular, while his hands teased responses from his body.
He cried out, as a hand circled his aching member. His head whipped to the side, as he was slapped once more. "Silence, Draco," came the soft command.
Draco bit down on his lip again, as Regulus worked a slick finger into him. His hips jerked once, but he was able to control them in time to avoid another slap. As Regulus worked in another finger and began stretching him, Draco fought the urge to push him off. He'd only ever let one person do this to him, and it had only happened twice. As if knowing what he was thinking, Regulus tugged Draco's hips, and angled his fingers, thrusting forward with a purpose. Draco wailed, body arching over the bed. He'd never quite felt that before.
An arm draped over his chest, holding him steady and pushing him back into the downy softness of the bed. Surprisingly, he received no slap. Not even as he pushed back against the fingers frantically. "Calm yourself, Draco." And then the fingers were gone.
Draco cried out, looking up at Regulus, eyes sharp with defiance, anger at having been denied. It earned him another slap. Swallowing, he lowered his eyes again. "Please," he whispered, hips arching and thrusting into air as Regulus ignored him.
"Please, who?"
"Please, Regulus."
"Please, what?"
"Fuck me."
"What?"
"Fuck me, please."
The older man shook his head, and for a moment Draco thought he was going to climb off the bed. Instead, he gripped Draco's slim hips, pulling him close, and entering him. Draco cried out, arms scrabbling above his head, as he searched for a place to bury his hands. His knees slowly descended onto his chest, and he exhaled raspily. Then Regulus was pulling back, and he whined softly. Regulus thrust forward, and Draco's head fell back.
They remained this way, Regulus thrusting slowly, accurately, with purpose. Draco crying out, chanting his name, clawing at the linens. It seemed to Draco that Regulus was staving his climax, forbidding him to know pleasure. It was slowly driving him insane. And then Regulus whispered in his ear, "Now, think of him."
Draco cried out almost instantly, body going taunt as he released to the image of his lover. Regulus waited, then moved forward, and back once more, continuing his maddening thrusts. Soon Draco was climbing again, still on the waves of recent pleasure, his mind was a hazy mess.
"Who is your Lord?"
"V-voldemort."
"Whom bears your loyalty?"
"V-voldemort."
"To whom do you pledge your life?"
"Voldemort!"
"To whom do you give your heart?"
"Harry.." Draco sighed.
He cried out again, body trembling in release once more. But, Regulus wasn't finished. Draco was near tears as he found himself climbing once more, Regulus still strong, and unfulfilled.
"Will you do as your Lord commands?"
"Yes."
"Will you obey his every word?"
"Yes."
"Will you give of him yourself?"
"Yes."
"Completely?"
"Yes."
"And you lover?"
"Har-RY!"
Regulus stilled as Draco came once more, bursting into tears this time. He cried harder as Regulus began thrusting again, in the same rhythm. His chest heaved, tears spilling over reddened cheeks. "Please…" he begged.
"Please what?"
"Stop. Please. I can't! I won't!"
"What?"
"He can't have him!"
"Who?"
"Harry! He can't have him!"
"Oh…Very well then, Draco."
Draco screamed, as his body tore in release, feeling that he had nothing left to give, and knowing it wasn't enough. Surprisingly, Regulus pulled out, and sat him up. Draco winced as his body protested, in agony. He was drawn to a warm chest, and he clung to the other man, despite himself. Regulus stroked at him soothingly, rocking him slowly.
Draco dressed, and was lead to the door. Regulus smiled at him, kissing his cheek.
"Listen to your heart," he whispered.
Draco stared, in surprise. The door opened, and Regulus shoved him at his father. Lucius caught the broken form of his son in strong arms, and pulled him close. "Well, Draco…What have you to say now?"
"I-I'm ready."
"Lord Voldemort will be pleased."
"Yes…" He met Regulus' eyes before the door was closed, locking the young man in his prison of pleasure. "Yes…I'm sure he will be."
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Date: 2003-09-28 03:58 pm (UTC)For some reason it makes me kinda disconerted and wistful.
huh.
Nice though. Really nice. I like how you made the pairing work. I never would have come up with anything like that!
Thanks
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Date: 2003-09-28 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 08:25 pm (UTC)I can die happy now.
Or at least *happier*.
::nurses growing Regulus obsession::
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Date: 2003-09-28 08:49 pm (UTC)Oi! You too?!
*guiltyguiltyguilty*
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Date: 2003-09-28 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 08:23 pm (UTC)pleeeaaaassseee? I'll give you whatever you want! Gold, jewels, oliver wood in the bath, you name it!
*grovels* great story!
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Date: 2003-09-28 08:30 pm (UTC)by 'archive:just ask' i assumed, rather naively, that you meant this was part of a series you had archived somewhere, but were being finicky (as writers are, i should know) and withholding the url.
I know realise differently, and still wish to say that if you have written more along this storyline, my previous offer of Oliver in the bath still stands. ^_^
sorry! and bye bye!
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Date: 2003-09-28 08:53 pm (UTC)^~
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Date: 2003-09-29 09:54 am (UTC)...
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...wow...
So sad and yet so happy and Reg is *so* sexy!!! Evil Evil Reg stuck in a pretty box. So sad.
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Date: 2003-09-29 10:47 am (UTC)^~
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Date: 2003-09-29 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-12 07:52 am (UTC)Dark, with a few light undertones to give it contrast.
There was something of a moral, and I liked Draco's conviction.
Which I believe, in the end, so did Regulus.
Also, Draco came a lot, while being a bottom, and that is always nice.
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Date: 2003-10-27 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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