Birthday fic for Tboy

[icarus]

Boy. Do I feel out of shape writing-wise. tboy, this is for you. I didn't do that Percy/Draco from 'Beg Me For It,' but this came up instead. Yes, wildernessguru helped me with some... research.

Forgive me, it is a completely unbeta'd rough draft. Now beta'd. Thank you, Adred.



Zen Taxi
by Icarus



Lights flashed in a freeze-frame as loud music pounded and made the tumblers buzz on the bar. He pushed his glasses up his nose, an elbow wet from something he'd leaned on, and glanced around at the writhing, shadowy figures caught in sharp light. Percy bobbed his head somewhat in time with the music -- he was not much of a dancer -- as he bumped his way across the room with mumbled apologies.

It was hard to keep track of anyone in the crush. But fortunately, white blond hair glowed like a will-o'the-wisp.

Young Malfoy bounced and gyrated wildly, his surcoat spun and those tight trousers were... my, Percy's eyebrows raised as he climbed a level and settled into a discreet corner table to watch. If one had to work nights, it was nice that the scenery was at least appealing. Draco had huddled with a potions dealer earlier, and was less graceful now than usual. From his stumbling he had definitely taken something.

Percy shook his head and took a little sip of his drink. Daddy certainly won't be happy with you when he hears of this.

Draco staggered off the dance floor, knocking into a table. Several people squealed, grabbed their glasses and Percy sat up as a young man stood, his lips moving angrily, though what he said melted into the music. But his companion grabbed the man's arm, his manner urgent as he pulled him back.

Good. They knew who Draco was. There would be no trouble tonight.

Draco plowed several more tables before dangling off the railing between the one level of the bar and the next. Then he heaved himself forward a few steps towards the upper corner of the bar...

Percy drew back in the shadows as Draco looked in his direction. But he kept moving forward, his eyes bleary but fixated on Percy's table.

Oh, hell.

Percy pretended to glance around, and then stood and turned his back to Malfoy, picking up his coat as if calling it a night. With any luck, he was aimed towards someone else.

"'Lo..."

Percy closed his eyes at the familiar slurred voice behind him. Shit. He turned casually and gave Draco a disdainful look up and down, the brush off. Was there anyone he didn't hit on? "I beg your pardon. Do I know you?"

Draco squinted at him. "Y'wha -? You're fuckin' watching me."

"I assure you, I've no idea what you mean. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Percy made to leave.

Draco's lurched into Percy. "Buy me a drink."

Well, Draco could pronounce that at least. But it was not within the terms of his agreement with Lucius -- he was not even to be spotted. Moving away from home had cost more than Percy's meagre salary could manage on its own.

"Young man, I don't -"

"Buy me a drink. Don' my father pay you enough for that?"

Oh…

Percy opened his mouth and shut it, his clever answer died on his lips at Draco's all-too-sharp-eyed stare, nowhere near as drunk as he'd seemed -- the stumbling had to have been from some potion. Blue eyes bore into him. And there just wasn't any point, was there? He quietly kissed his flat goodbye as he sank to his chair.

"All right. But don't you think you've had enough?"

Draco dragged over another chair with a scraping squeak that made Percy wince, and slumped into it. "I'll say when it's enough, and not my father."

"I'm not your father."

"Y'might as well be," Draco muttered. He picked up Percy's drink and downed it in a swallow. Percy didn't care. He’d only bought it to have something to do with his hands.

The hollow sound of another song throbbed for the tattered crowd, a typical Wednesday night. And it was not his sort of place. It would be nice to have his nights free again, he supposed. Perhaps he could move in with some of the chaps at the office -? But he had told everyone about his flat; still, maybe if he could find another night-project… oh, this was a fiasco.

"He'll fire you, you know that?" Draco's voice interrupted his spinning plans.

"Oh really?" Percy's voice was edged with sarcasm. He could advertise for a lodger perhaps….

"But he doesn't have to." Draco toyed with the glass, tipping the beveled edge along table. Click, click. "Fire you, I mean."

If he had enough saved to carry him through next month's rent it wouldn't take too many spells to put in a loft -- "I beg your pardon?"

"He doesn't need to know." He glanced up meaningfully.

"I'm not going to lie for you, Mister Malfoy." Saving his flat was one thing, but there were principles at stake here. Keeping an eye on young Draco was no different than, say, watching his little brothers. If somewhat more entertaining.

"Call me Draco. And you won't have to lie," Draco said, "Just, hmmm, edit. A little."

"What sort of editing?"

"I tell you what to leave in, to keep my father happy, and then… I'll have a little privacy."

He tipped the empty glass to his lips, and then frowned at it petulantly when nothing came out.

Pathetic.

Percy didn't deign to dignify this 'plan' with an answer. But he couldn't countenance leaving Draco here in this state either. "Come on. I'll take you home, all right?"

Draco shook his head. "I'm not Flooing anywhere," he blinked slowly, "not 'less you want to wear my lunch. B'sides, the party's just begun." He waved at the bar. It was two am and the place was emptying.

"We'll take Muggle motorpelation." He had a feeling Draco might enjoy slumming in Muggle primitivism. He'd done it once. Well. Seen it done. It was just like calling the Knight Bus.

"Oh, really?" he brightened, and took the bait, predictably; all the young pure-bloods loved Muggle things. "You mean a taxi?"

"You've heard of them?" Percy was mildly surprised.

"I took a taxi in Venice once, but it turned out to be just a boat and a pole. The man wouldn't go any faster when I told him to."

"Well, I 'taxi' all the time." It was just a little white lie; there was something about Malfoys that made one want to impress them. But Draco snorted doubtfully. "What -? You don't believe me?"

Draco didn't answer but pawed at the chair with a puzzled expression, then staggered as he stood. "Damn it… where's my -?"

"Your coat's over where you put the young lady's -- that girl you came in with?" he said to Draco's blank look. "Someone rifled through her jacket but wisely left yours alone." He couldn't wait to be out of there. They threaded and bumped through scattered chairs, and Percy picked up the coat and draped it over his arm. "You do need looking after, don't you?"

Draco wrinkled his nose and looked Percy up and down. "Are you always such an arrogant prig?" He struggled shakily with a cigarette.

Percy huffed a sigh, reached over and held his hand steady. Malfoy gave him a quick, sharp little smile as he finally lit it and took a drag, "Did I come in with a girl?"

"Your 'lady' friend -- and I use the term loosely -- is long gone, or at least she went to the ladies room with a male 'companion' and they haven't returned. One can only assume what they're doing in there." Percy handed him the coat. It was long and soft.

"Then fuck her. Whoever she is." Draco drew the coat over his shoulder, and rumpled in it for the armhole and missed, his arm sweeping down the length.

Tsk. Percy held it for him, and said dryly, "That's the spirit."

~*~*~

Draco stared in fascination at the Muggle 'water-wipers' as he gingerly ducked into the motorcar. The wipers weren't very effective Percy noted, as he shut the door and walked around to the other side, shoes padding though the gentle rain. It seemed dangerous and he was tempted to put a water repulsion-spell on the window just for safety's sake, though there were at least six Ministry regulations against that. Inside the taxi smelled like wet cigarettes.

"One Malfoy Industries Lane, please." There was a set portkey from Lucius' Muggle holdings Draco could use.

"What? We can't go straight there together --" Draco squawked "-- he'll know! It'll ruin our deal."

"There's no deal. I haven't agreed to anything."

Draco rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and then squinted at Percy. "Oh. Haven't I asked yet? I was getting to that bit I think, but I'm drunk, so that complicates things." He peered over the seat to the driver and commanded the man like he was a house-elf, "Take us to Hogsmeade Station."

The grizzled Muggle looked confused, as well he might.

"Kinnear and Ashmeade. By the old Fox Theatre," Percy corrected.

"T'ain't open," the Muggle warned.

"That's all right. Where we're going is near there."

The driver gave him a 'whatever' look as he spun the wheel, and Draco jolted back as the motorcar jerked forward. He shot the Muggle an irritated look, then dismissed the driver as being of no import. He watched out the window, then sank to the seat with a sniff, clearly bored with the show already. True, it really wasn't much different from Dumbledore's horseless carriages, was it? The light of shopfronts whisked by in flashes across his face. His eyes looked dark, then clear, then dark again.

He finally spoke in a diffident tone, "So. How much does he pay you, Weasley?"

"That's none of your business."

"I could pay you more," Draco offered casually.

"I'm not for sale."

"But you were for my father," he pointed out. His eyebrows raised as if he'd scored a point.

"There were other considerations." The politics of which were also none of his business.

The motorcar paused at an intersection, waiting there for a long time, although there were no other cars about. Muggles were so strange. Both Percy and Draco peered at the driver, and Malfoy's eyes flashed with annoyance. Percy leaned forward for a word with their Muggle, when the man glanced up at a sudden green light and the motorcar trundled forward again. The wet pavement hissed under them.

Draco was quietly thoughtful for a moment. "My father's a tightwad. I'm sure I could double it. I mean, you had to be cheap: having a flaming redhead follow me is just stupid."

"I was discreet," Percy shot him an irritated look.

"Yeah, discreet. And in a place like that, you were the only one. Pretty poor work your first week on the job, Weasley."

Percy froze and felt his eyes widen. He quickly brought down his best poker face.

"I'll have to do better next time I imagine," he said carefully. In truth, it had been two months. He knew just when Draco caught him, too. Perhaps these things had a natural time limit anyway.

Draco gazed at him consideringly, an elbow leaned on the arm of the door. "You drive a hard bargain. I'll triple whatever he's paying -- but only if I get to see your reports first." He wagged a finger at Percy. "And that's my final offer."

Percy made a helpless gesture. "I'm sorry. There are moral considerations."

"Gryffindors," Draco snorted. "If you have such 'moral considerations' why are you spying on me in the first place?" The fabric of his coat whispered as he leaned back against the car door and studied Percy under half-lidded eyes. They rolled through a puddle that washed up the underside of the car. The strange sound of the wipers beat steadily.

Percy lifted his chin. He didn't owe him an answer.

Blond eyebrows raised. "You can't be bought then? Really?" Draco nodded as if to himself. "Not so bad after all, father. Some people buy loyalty; others have a knack for just finding it."

The wipers swiped, back, forth, like a heartbeat.

"I'm not loyal to him."

Draco sniffed doubtfully; but there was a hint of a smile on his face now as he slouched in the corner of the door and the seat. The coat spread around him in a black fall. His eyes narrowed.

"What does he pay you to do exactly?"

Percy licked his lips. There was no harm in telling him, as he was fired after all. It might even be reassuring. "Just to watch. Nothing more than that."

Draco's smile spread and turned lascivious. "To watch… what?"

Percy hid a slight cringe.

"Everything?" Draco was almost laughing.

Percy refused to answer, though he felt his face heat. He had never been quite sure, but Lucius had said he wanted a complete report and he was always thorough, possibly even hand-picked for his thoroughness.

But Draco eyed him carefully, tipping his head in idle curiosity as he read Percy's face. His eyes lit up and he snickered, "So you like to watch, eh? Oh, that's pretty sleazy, Weasley."

"And what you do isn't?!" And it wasn't sleazy, it was his job. He lost the battle with his blush however. That time was when he was caught, he was almost certain. Thup-thup, went the wipers.

Draco's tongue traced the inside of his very-white teeth revealed in a slight, fierce smile. So white. He lounged even further into the seat and huffed an amused sigh. "So. Moral considerations." He chuckled and his hands moved, and Percy heard the clink of a belt buckle.

"What are you -- what are you doing?"

"You like to watch," he smiled. There was the slow rasp of a zipper. Draco grinned evilly.

"What -?" Percy's heart raced. "Stop! You can't do that here!"

His white, manicured hands parted dark trousers, pushed them down and revealed a small, very hard cock, vivid white against the fabric. So smooth and silky-looking. Draco grasped himself with a firm stroke, his half-lidded eyes glimmered and didn't leave Percy’s face… Percy slowly shut his eyes with an inward moan.

"Call it a going away present."

"Dammit, Draco…" His jaw worked over something between 'god' and 'you'd better hurry, we're almost there!' but nothing came out but a little whimper.

Draco chuckled, eyes steady as he tipped his chin up, his lips parted. Percy glanced furtively at the driver and caught shocked eyes in the little mirror before the Muggle looked resolutely at the road. He was going to have a tale to tell. Shadows of street lamps flickered, flashing across along Percy's face as they swung over and past them. Draco's hand stroked, and he turned towards him slightly, eyes glittering as his chest rose and fell.

Percy stared.

The wipers beat, thub-thub, in time with his breath, and he couldn't see out the windows. They were fogged over.

Draco pressed his shoulders into the seat -- hard -- and breathed a little heavier, deeper, his hand a pale flash as he arched his hips a bit. He pulled his trousers down a little further, revealed glimmery curly blond hair. His other hand reached and cupped his balls and he bit his lip with a moan, massaging them luxuriously as he stroked.

That little sigh was himself, Percy realised distantly. The wet hiss of the tires mixed with the heave of their breathing. Percy watched under half-lidded eyes.

Draco flexed his chest and his eyes finally shut. A catch of a smothered gasp as his hand sped up, forcing it a little -- his chin tipped up -- and his hair slid from his face.

Beautiful….

His eyes squeezed shut, and he squashed a moan, his hand jerking fast now as he grunted louder this time and he came, his head rolling back, his mouth a little pink 'oh.' Light arched across his face. His hands were slick, shiney-wet and he melted against the seat, as boneless as Percy felt.

His lashes fluttered open. Beautiful.

Then Draco smirked at him. Percy realised he was slumped in the corner of the taxi. He swallowed.

The wipers beat, rhythmically. The hiss of pavement had fallen silent.

Draco made a small peremptory gesture with his free hand as he stroked slowly, milking the last of it. Which puzzled Percy, until he understood that, of course, he needed to clean up. "Oh," he said aloud, his voice cracked and hoarse. He fumbled in his breast-pocket -- no -- lifted up from the seat for his back pocket and -- ah.

He handed over his handkerchief, which Draco used stroke himself clean. Blue cotton on pale white… slowly moving up and down, his slightly purplish head peeking out over his thumb. Then it disappeared in the swipe of the handkerchief entirely. His curls were dark blond. Percy consciously closed his mouth. Draco's balls jiggled slightly, drawn up from the cold.

Was it cold in here? Percy was in a cold sweat.

His cock was revealed one last time as he wiped off, then Draco raised his hips and pulled his trousers up in a rustle of breath and fabric, and tucked himself away. Buttoned up. Handed Percy the handkerchief, who crumpled it in his hand. The cab smelled of him now; expensive cologne, sweat and alcohol. Draco opened the door and Percy finally noticed that they were there; they had stopped. Some time ago in fact. The driver drummed his fingers on the wheel, and glanced back in the mirror with the stony look of someone who wanted them gone but wouldn't risk the fare.

Draco stepped out, still staggering somewhat, and leaned on the door.

"Put that in your report to my father."

Percy simply blinked up at him, dumbfounded. Then Draco took a couple steps as if to leave, and glanced back at him with a bright smile.

"See you tomorrow night," he said, as he shut the door.

Percy put his hand to his forehead and sat there a long moment in numb shock. He almost even forgot to tell the driver where to go next.

As the motorcar pulled away from the curb, he quietly decided that perhaps an edited version of the night's events might be in order after all. And he realised that, yes, he was going to see Draco Malfoy the following night.

Someone had to look out for him. Of course.



Finis.

Comments

[kenovay.livejournal.com]

Wow. For some reason, you describing Draco's dick as 'small' really hit me - don't know why. Made it much more realistic, because some guys do have small dicks, and it isn't really mentioned in slash.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Draco never seemed to be the sort to have a big dick. Something about the wisecracks always seemed to be compensating, and he's never described as being very big. Quick frankly, smaller men do tend to have proportionately smaller dicks. Tall, skinny guys seem to have the really big dicks and most people fall in that 6 to 6-and-a-half-inch range.

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

*grinning* Wow, intense. The small dick thing got me, too: nice touch. I particularly loved the light arching across Draco's face.
Hey, Happy Christmas!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Happy Christmas. These two make a devious combination, don't they?

:D

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

In your hands, aye, they do! Like salt and pepper. Or chillies and chocolate.
Hmm, guessing which bit demanded the research LOL
BTW - Happy Birthday Tboy.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Hmm, guessing which bit demanded the research LOL

Well, it wasn't the stumbling or the dancing or the driving, which leaves....

Would you like to Beta it? I made a committment last January to write fourteen NC-17 stories. I'm almost there (although unfortunately one of them, 'Skinny Dipping,' was too close to chan-slash to be accepted at The Restricted Section). I'm looking at a one-week time-frame.

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

I'd love to. Let me know if you want a particular focus. I'll get back to you over the next couple of days.
Y'know, in the UK at least, black cabs (taxis) have video surveillance ....

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Y'know, in the UK at least, black cabs (taxis) have video surveillance ....

I want a copy! Heh-heh, Percy wouldn't know that, would he?

I'm sending it right now.

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

Closest thing to that would be a pensieve. That would be a nasty piece of evidence to leave laying around :D
Cool. I'm drunk on whisky and ginger wine, eating expensive chocolates and trying to avoid watching Triple X on the TV. Perfect quality diversion.
Adred xxx

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

"Mr Weasley, would you please address the court?"

"I did tell him to stop, didn't I?"

:D

This is too funny a coincidence. I wrote the opening scene while my boyfriend was watching Triple X. That's what gave me the idea for the opening bar scene. I was watching those lights flash. LOL

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

No! Spooky!
Shit, we've just hit the club scene! Really!
Synchronicity rules :D

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

This is a sign. You are the ideal beta-reader for this story. :D Hmm. Maybe there is something to that Jung, eh?

On to reading prep for SNAFU. Boy.

Icarus

[adred.livejournal.com]

*laughs*
Aha, yes, I wasn't referring to Sting and his cronies.
It's reassuring to know that something good has been inspired from such drivle. Attractive as bald heads are ;)
Deary, deary me.

[cheshyre]

Wow.

Aside from an initial reaction wishing I inspired such birthday presents, I can't help wondering what the future holds for this Percy. Because surely he wasn't the first person Lucius set to watch Draco... How many others did Draco suborn in ways requiring Lucius to replace them... Will Percy be caught in a battle of wills between Lucius and Draco for his loyalty? ["You were turned on by my son's petty displays? Let me show you what a real man..."] Yum.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Well, tboy did run the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest, which has given me hours of enjoyment, not to mention my guilt gratitude over stretched deadlines for my Percy/Severus fic (which tanked and was never submitted, unfortunately).

Heh. It was just so clever of Draco to realise that the strait-laced Percy Weasley actually liked watching his sordid life (without dirtying his own hands you see) and that was his real payment. So, ah, Draco made him a better offer.

Hmm. I might just change the title. Although 'Zen Taxi' is so strange it's hard to forget.

Icarus

P.S. I'm almost there. I promised 14 NC-17 fics in one year. No one thought I could do it.

[wanderingscribe.livejournal.com]

Gah...I never thought of Draco doing that sort of thing, but it was a welcome new surprise. Wow. Great fic.

Good luck on your fic goal! You can do it! ^_^

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Hey munky!

This is certainly not Cassandra Claire's classy Draco, but someone closer to the jerk from the HP books -- older, and now being a jerk in rebelling against his father (finally).

As for the 14 NC-17 fics... Almost there! I'm afraid I can't count the two NC-17 backstories for hp_dungeons since they're collaborations. I still have to write SNAFU, too. Hmm. NC-17 does include violence....

Icarus

[evieoconnell.livejournal.com]

::grin::

Oh, this was excellent. It was strange to see a Draco so much closer to the books, but in a very good way. I liked his rebellion against his father, 'cause, yeah. Hee. :-*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

You know he has to eventually rebel against his father.

Icarus

[thywillbedone.livejournal.com]

tboy, have I said how lucky you are, to have fics like these written for you?

*sighs* Dammit Icarus, you're making me ship this Draco and Percy now.

MAN, was that hot. I'd love to see that taxi video too though...

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Dammit Icarus, you're making me ship this Draco and Percy now.

The positions alone... how long do you think it will be before Draco can't shock Percy anymore? ;)

*sends copy of Taxi video. And screen shots of Draco's head roll. Oh yes. Let's have that again... Yeah....*


Icarus

Keep the title *gggg*

[tboy.livejournal.com]

SMOOOOOOOCH!!!!

Wow! *g* I LOVE it! That was wonderful, so very, very hot. Oh, thank you so much. You kept hitting button after button of mine (well, yes, you do have a tendency to do that anyway ;-D ).

I could see the visuals from third paragraph so clearly (Guh), and the rest of the fic remained so very vivid.

The taxi scene - my God *shakes self*. Oh yes, very, very hot (and I'm grinning like mad at your *cough* dedication to accuracy, and 'guru's willingness to assist you in your research *ggg*).

The handkerchief got to me, big time. And 'beautiful'.

Ah, smug, beautiful, bright boy.

You've got the voices down pat (again). Yes, this is Percy, complete with ingrained contradictions. What a lucky, lucky young man *g*.

And what a lucky me!!! This is a fabulous birthday present!

Now watch me grin like a loon for the rest of the day *g*. Thank you, thank you, thank you ((((((((((((((((Icarus))))))))))))))))).

Re: Keep the title *gggg*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

The title's in, then. *bows*

*dances around*

She likes it she likes it she likes it she likes it she likes it she likes it she likes it!

Whew. I'm grateful you weren't disappointed at the lack of cross-dressing this time. *g*

I could see the visuals from third paragraph so clearly (Guh), and the rest of the fic remained so very vivid.

We had a good view of Draco's shoulder-moves; it was time to watch a little lower.

As for dedication to accuracy, I elicited a promise from the Guru to put on a live, daylight youcanseeeverything wank-show, but it just didn't work out for a while. Then one day I came back from school or something, and he was shut in the bathroom -- bright-eyed and caught in the act.
I asked, "did I miss it?"
He said, "No. You want to watch?"
I said, "Oh hell yeah."
It took some encouraging words of praise to relax him a bit, 'cause he was laughing nervously. I made a couple popcorn jokes, too. At the end, he asked, "So you liked that? Did you see the hair, did you see the hair? I could feel it on my ass! I added that just for you." Very pretty.

Then he insisted that I tell LJ about it, the exhibitionist. :D

"Are you going to use that for a story?" he asked. It's a popular sport of his to read through my stuff and find out what's from him.
"Yep."
"Good."

I suppose Percy'll have to make up for OMFG-Roger being stolen from you so appallingly.

Icarus

[merrycontrary.livejournal.com]

I'm torn between sighing and giggling.

I hadn't thought of it before but, as much as Percy likes being ordered around by powerful men, he also really liked watching over his younger sibs. Especially Ron. So, yeah. And he is the type that would love to watch. Not dirtying his hands, at first.

Oh, and Draco so needs someone to watch over him. It's like Percy is the Crabbe/Goyle upgrade. His "Fuck you, Lucius" attitude was great.

I really loved the flashes of light and the thwapping of the wipers in the taxi. The sense memory took me there.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

[Percy] also really liked watching over his younger sibs. Especially Ron.

Yep. Draco is exactly the right age to bring out Percy mother-hen protectiveness. Ah - with benefits.

So, yeah. And he is the type that would love to watch. Not dirtying his hands, at first.

*Icarus nods emphatically.*

Oh, and Draco so needs someone to watch over him.

And someone who's not spying for his father! It can't be that long before Lucius figures it out. He's the sort who'll have a watcher for the watcher at a certain point, keep his bases covered.

It's like Percy is the Crabbe/Goyle upgrade.

By quite a bit. For one thing, they both can read. ;)

Icarus

[emeraldjay.livejournal.com]

*sigh* Gotta love exhibitionist!Draco. I think I was as slow on the uptake as Percy, I got half way through the scene and *oh sh*t he's doing that? I love your fics, they're so visual without being verbose. I can just picture Percy doing something pervy with that kerchief when he gets home, but then his hands would get messy wouldn't they.

Hmm, messy hands Percy. *giggle*

[pushdragon.livejournal.com]

You came up with a take on Draco I've never seen before!! How, after all these pages and pages of fanfic, could that be possible?? I liked the contrast between the residual power of his family name and his clumsy incompetence in the club. I don't know that this is quite canon Draco - this Draco was selfish rather than actively malicious, I thought. But you definitely capture his spoiled little rich boy side, that rotting of the character that comes from too much ease and not enough challenges. He didn't seem actively rebellious to me so much as wilfully self-destructive. Still, I suppose it's a powerful form of rebellion to destroy his father's only son.

And Percy ... yeah, I always love the stiffness of your Percy. And he was so proper here, addressing his rather dumb charge as Mr Malfoy. I did wonder if he mightn't have moments where he lapsed back into being a prefect lecturing a truant first-year, which would be his earliest memories of Malfoy. Is this the same universe where your Lucius/Percys have been set? Man, that would be one big headfuck for Percy!

I think it's a really well-written piece with some great details to set the scene; this one in particular struck me: "Draco toyed with the glass, tipping the beveled edge along table. Click, click". Simple, but so very evocative. And there was an excellent use of the word "chaps", a bonus gold star for working that in!

Please can we have more of this Percy and this Draco? I love the weird power balance between them. And if you ever felt like writing the scene where Draco worked out that Percy was following him ... well, I for one would lap that up! Your hints sounded so interesting!

[lizardspots.livejournal.com]

Percy/Draco. Wow. ::fans self:: Well, that was unusual, and incredibly delicious, of course. *g* Like everyone else said, I love your small-dicked!Draco, here and in "Sex, Drugs..." And it's so Percy-like to enjoy watching Draco's sordid life without actually getting involved himself. Just so he can sort of convince himself that he's just doing his job like the loyal hard-working man he is. Love it. BTW, I adore the Percy icon snaples made for you. :D :D

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Lovely story though the Americanisms threw me a time or two. (But in a fandom dominated by Americans Brit-picking is pretty pointless isn't it.)
I loved some of the description and the characterisation was spot on.
Thank you.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I changed that five and dime thing. That's unusual even in the US. Hopefully that takes care of it. The new beta'd version is up, thanks to Adred (tell me what you think!).

Icarus

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Good beta. There's only one other Brit-picky thing I'd quibble at and that's 'intersection' where we would use 'junction'. However, as a little snapshot of a situation it is a really excellent fic. I tend to 'see' fics projected on the inside of my forehead like a film and that works very well with this one. It would make a brilliant black and white comic - Frank Miller style!

[harveywallbang.livejournal.com]

haha, totally unabashed draco. he probably enjoyed having percy watch. or getting back at his father...something like that...lovely smut :-D

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... very nice. There's something thoroughly appealing about such a wicked Draco.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Purrrrr. I think Percy thinks the same.

Icarus