What happened after "Zen Taxi"?

[icarus]

trakkie asked in the last post what happened to Percy and Draco after the events in Zen Taxi?



He'd never tried this position before. Clothes were scattered in a ring about them in Percy's darkened bedroom as Draco's arm wrapped cool about his chest, squeezed tight as he pulled him up off the desk, and then down. Lucky for Draco the leather chair was padded. It squeaked somewhat as their weight shifted.

"I'll crush you…" Percy gasped, a soft breath, held his weight up slightly by the arms of the chair.

"No, you won't, Weasley. Trust me," Draco said into his shoulder and bit down.

Might have known he was a biter, Percy winced, and goggled at the position he found himself in. He was not strong and couldn't hold up much longer. "I'm bigger than -- oh." Draco rammed his full length inside him as he fell to his lap.

"So who's too big for who? Hmm?" He could almost feel Draco biting his lip as he thrust, jagged and harsh. His legs sprawled as he rocked on Draco's lap.

It was not politic to point out that he was still small, for all that it felt like -- "…oh god." Percy moaned, neutral.

"Say it." Draco smiled, fierce. He settled Percy more comfortably and slid his hand to his balls.

Percy broke into a cold sweat, but shook his head. "No. I won't."

"You are." His hand stroked Percy, and the other held his waist, victorious as he rocked again, more gently this time. "You know you are."

"Am not," Percy panted, licked his lips.

"Say it," he said.

"No."

"You're my little rent boy…." Draco sing-songed.

"Am not!" Percy smiled and flushed, leaning forward in humiliation. But this was one position where he couldn't hide it. Draco snickered as he stroked Percy's predictable response, instantly huge.

"Dirty, naughty little rent boy. And I want you to say it this time," Draco laughed.

"Oh please, oh please…"

"Say it."

A hand on his cock, the building pressure inside and the dirty talk, Percy bubbled with laughter. "I'm… I'm whatever you say."

His face flushed, and his whole body heated.

"Say it, say it," Draco snickered, breath hot in his ear.

Percy whimpered, gave an almost pitiful moan, and arched his hips up and then down to steal a deeper thrust. This position was terrible for depth. Draco sighed as he sank into him, grabbed his hips and pressed up harder, with clenched teeth. Oh yeah. The chair rocked slightly off kilter.

"Oh, I'm your -- I'm your rentboy."

"My whore."

The chair clanked back again as he increased the pace, forced up into Percy. It was not good, but then his hand squeezed at just the right….

"Damn it -- augh --" his cock surged and he came, wet and hot on his legs, Draco's hand suddenly slick and fast. He sputtered, "I'm your fucktoy your bloody whore, you fucking crazy madman what are you doing -?!"

And Draco laughed.

He stroked the last of it as Percy muttered and leaned against his cool chest, head tipped against his shoulder. Draco's hair tickled his cheek. He murmured something. Whispered endearments and foul language.

Draco paused a moment, a breath, then returned to that steady pulsing pressure, as Percy sagged bonelessly on his lap.

"I love it when you swear."

Percy's eyelashes fluttered and he made a little wondering sound. "Did I -?"

"Oh yes." Draco swallowed, Percy could feel his adam's apple against the curve of his shoulder. He was so tired. But this was bliss. Draco pressed Percy forward with his palm. "I need a little more leverage…."

They tumbled, almost fell out of the chair, which was shoved aside with a loud scrape; and it was agony being on hands and knees now, on a cold wood floor when Percy was utterly spent. But he did it anyway, spreading his legs to lower himself a little. He was taller than Draco after all. His thighs practically shook with the effort. He grit his teeth, gasped, when Draco pressed in again, sore, but not complaining.

Draco reseated himself. Then slid in deep. Long, slow, penetrating thrusts. Um.

This was definitely the better position, though he liked the access to his cock in the other one… perhaps he just had more experience with this position and with a little more practice….

A loud knocked cracked on the front door, breaking his reverie and Draco's rhythm. What? It couldn't be the neighbors -- they were being quiet. Except for the chair.

The knock pounded again. Angrily.

"Ignore it." Draco turned back to him, sliding in another inch.

Percy whispered, "But who would -? It's ten o'clock."

"Ignore it." Draco surged again.

"Draco." The voice outside the door was like ice water down Percy's back. Invaded, and a mere piece of wood between here and there seemed very thin. They froze in tableau. "I know you're in there."

Lucius! Shit!

Percy's heart hammered and he felt Draco go limp as scrambled off, swearing a blue streak.

"And Mr Weasley. We need to discuss your… severance pay." The door rattled, then buzzed with the force of a counter charm to unlock it.

Draco stood and grabbed his wand from the desk, snatched his shirt off the bed --

-- and in an instant Percy knew what he was going to do.

"Oh no --" he said, on his knees, scrabbling for his own wand. "No you don't!" But Draco had already cast it and vanished.

"Legilimens!" Percy shouted after him. He could see a faint room about Draco, richly upholstered in rose, ornate antique furniture -- an ottoman to the left, a love seat there.

It was enough. Barely. He held onto the image with fierce concentration.

Now.

Percy melted away. His bedroom faded around him, just as a man with blazing grey eyes and harried blond hair crashed open the front door.

He faintly hoped he wouldn't apparate into a brick wall.

~*~*~

The room flickered in and out of existence, flashes of a wood bedstead, Lucius Malfoy casting about with his wand drawn, alternated with sumptuous damask walls and spindly antiques.

Then Percy heard feminine shrieks a scramble of bare feet -- and the new room firmed about him, rose and cream, with softly glowing lights. He was first aware of a rush of warmth. It was much warmer here than in his flat.

Draco stood in front of him, staring in astonishment. He was naked, with his shirt still in dangling in his hands.

"Well," he said finally, wrapping it over himself. "That was quite a trick. How did you manage to follow me?"

Percy ignored that, too honest in his fury and embarrassment. "Mediocre sex is not quite enough for me to face your father alone!"

"Mediocre?" Draco snorted as he shook his hair from the shirt collar and began buttoning it. He was still naked from the waist down. "You owe me. You've never had it so good in your pathetic bourgeois life. I had you swearing your head off."

"I don't swear!"

Draco laughed.

"I don't -- I didn't -- well, you bite!"

Draco raised his eyebrows at him. "And I spank, too."

Percy was taken aback, all thoughts of Lucius Malfoy forgotten at that vivid picture. "You do what?"

He was shocked and struggled to maintain that over the faint stirrings of… curiosity. Yes. That's what it was. Inappropriate curiosity, which got him in trouble in the first place. He stared at Draco's smooth, pale body as he crossed the room to a minibar, nothing hidden by the cotton shirt. Draco caught his eyes and leered. Dammit. Percy turned away, looked at the floor, anywhere.

He heard the clink of a glass decanter and Draco pouring one, and then two glasses.

"It seems I'm not going home for a while, at least not until father remembers he has only one heir and he's not likely to produce another."

The glass clicked on the rose marble mantel, and Percy glanced up at the sight of two pale curved cheeks peeking curving under the fall of his shirt. He entertained a brief irrational fear that Lucius might burst through at any moment, no doubt summoned by his thoughts. Draco had said something. Percy shook himself. "I'm sorry -- I beg your pardon?"

"I said, do you want a roommate?"

"No!" He didn't live with other people.

Then he realised that he had lost his second job, at the beginning of the month. Rent was going to be… problematic. All through his own foolishness.

How on earth did this happen? He was supposed to be watching Draco Malfoy, not… Percy blushed… doing this. Though technically he was still watching him, just at a slightly closer range. The letter of the law if not quite the spirit of it. His reports were just as thorough, if not more so. He had never mentioned the names of Draco's acquaintances and he continued to omit that -- ahem -- detail. After all, wasn't the point to make sure Draco stayed out of trouble? He'd kept a much better eye on him, alhough somehow Percy doubted his father would see it that way.

"I mean, well -- all right. Yes. Um. For how long?"

"Just for a few weeks. Till things settle at home." Draco turned, affording Percy the front view.

Percy struggled to maintain his focus. "One month's rent, up front."

Draco shrugged. "Of course. It should be fun." And Percy quietly panicked on the word 'fun' which could mean any number of things. Including… spanking, apparently. Draco cast about and caught the eye of a barefoot girl who stood blinking at Percy. "I'm starving. Estella? Could you bring us a menu?"

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[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Heh. Thank you.

I like it when Percy's spreadeagled on Draco's lap in a leather office chair.

Icarus