Devil May Care

Disclaimer: No characters belong to me. No money.

Warning: Very intense male on male sexual situations. Two men having very graphic sex. Hints of
rape. You have beenned.ned.

Dedication: To Simmy, for her love of bottomDraco! Hope this satisfies some cravings...

Authors Note: I wrote this in about an hour. It just came to me, and I had to get it out. I love the
Ron/Draco pairing very much, and I realized I didn\'t have enough stories with said pairing. So here we
go. This takes place when Ron and Draco are nineteen. Ron\'s been spying, Draco is a Death Eater.
Enjoy!

Devil May Care

Did you ever notice how when you can\'t see the sun, you lose track of time real easily? I mean, there\'s
no way of telling when one day starts or another ends. I like to think I\'ve only been down here for a
handful of days, but weeks is more like it. But for all I know, it could only be hours.

I don\'t think it\'s hours. For all I hurt, it would have to be way more then hours. I can take it though. I
can handle the pain.

It\'s pretty much stopped by now, anyway. I think they may ave forgotten me. It\'s been longer the
usual since they brought me any food. Usually I can sort of judge time that way. I get one meal a day,
I think. Like I said, it\'s hard to tell what\'s a day and what\'s not.

They said they\'d rescue me if anything went wrong. Yeah, right. I think my rescue party either got lost,
or gave up. Not that I blame them, there\'s a hell of a lot going on and I\'m just one person. Just a newly
graduated wizard eager and willing to do his part for the Greater Good.

Screw the greater good.

I tried. I failed miserably, but I tried. I snuck into their \'secret hideout\'. I thought I was being slick,
but obviously I wasn\'t. They found mauleauled me off to the dungeons, tortured me, and then dumped
me here. I\'m pretty sure they\'ve now abandoned me to die.

I\'ve lost weight. That in itself tells me I\'ve been down here for a damn long time. And my hair\'s gotten
longer. To me that says significant amount of time. If they were going to rescue me, they would have
by now.

It could be worse. At least Draco\'s stopped coming down here to taunt me. Oh, this must have been
great for him. He even got to beat me a little, and have his go at me, bet that made his day. The last
year of school he was always looking at me with those damn sultry eyes. It was obvious he wanted
me. And hell, maybe a part of me wanted him to. But now I just want to break that scrawny little
neck of his. Feel it snap and pop under my fingers, watch him go all limp...

Bitter? Me? Nah. I\'m just starting to lose my mind from being down here so long. I\'ve gone crazy.
Over the rainbow, out to lunch, toys in the attic, the whole deal. I\'ve lost it completely.

But I can\'t be that mad, if I know I\'m starting to slip. I haven\'t started putting my pants on my head
and calling myself King Tutu yet. Then we\'ve got a problem.

I figure I can keep things pretty well in hand for a while yet. Food\'s a problem. I\'m not going to eat
my own foot or anything sick like that. Not at this point, anyway. I just had to drink my own piss,
believe me I\'m not going to be eating bits of myself anytime soon. There\'s bugs and things running
around, I can snag one of those. At least I have a coherent game plan.

I sort of wish I had another prisoner in here with me. I\'d eat someone else before I ate myself. Not
that cannibalism is something I\'d *like* to engage in, but if I have to I will.

And there\'s straw. Horses eat straw. I could probably live off of it too. And I\'ve got my shoes. I can
eat my shoes. No. I\'d want to keep my shoes so I can use them to kill small animals. I\'d much ra
ha
have meat-even raw meat-then my own shoes.

I\'d love to keep a journal. They could find it, clutched in my skeletal hand, and then publish it. \'Diary
of a Mad Prisoner\'. It w mak make millions, I bet. And come on, nobody\'s really famous until after
their dead.

\"Mr. Weasley?\"

I sort of jump. Am I delusional, or is someone actually here. I grab the bars of my cell (cage) and look
out. It\'s Snape. I\'m probably delusional. Of all the people who\'d come to rescue me, he\'s the last on
the list.

\"You look like Death.\" All in black with those long pale features and black hair, he really does look
like he\'s come to usher me over to the afterlife. Maybe he has. Maybe I tried to eat my own tongue
and choked on it.

\"Charming, as always. Are you well?\"

\"Sure I am.\" I say, grinning cheekily. \"I\'ve been keeping myself company, I enjoyed a nice handful of
my own piss, and now I\'m just deciding if I should eat my shoe or a rat. I\'m doing swell, and you?\"

\"Do be quiet, Mr. Weasley. And here.\" He thrusts something through the bars, and it\'s food. It\'s just
a lump of bread, but it\'s still food. Any food is good. I snatch it up and devour it, not caring that I\'m
probably going to get sick off of it. So maybe I\'m not delusional. Or I\'m *very* delusional.

\"Do you have *any* idea what they\'ve done to me?\" I growl, glaring at him. He\'s late. He should
have been here to save me a long time ago.

\"No, actually, I don\'t.\"

\"They\'ve beaten me, tortured me, oh and I got raped by Malfoy. Younger, not senior. Now they\'re
starving me, or something.\"

\"Yes, they are. They haven\'t forgotten about you, if that is what you\'re hoping.\"

\"Pretty much.\" I sigh, slumping down against the bars of the cell (cage). \"You\'ve got to get me out of
here...\"

\"And as soon as I get a window of opportunity, I will.\"

\"No!\" I shake my head. \"No, this is my punishment. You hate me, and you\'re going to leave me
here.\"

\"Be sensible, Weasley.\" He shakes his head at me, and he looks pretty good. He\'s not all greasy. It\'s
a nice change.

\"You\'re pretty fetching when you\'re all clean.\" I say, deciding conversation is better with someone else
then just myself.

\"You have gone mad, haven\'t you?\" He shakes his head at me, and hands me a flask of water. Real
water. Clean and fresh and never having passed through someone\'s kidneys. It\'s ambrosia as far as
I\'m concerned.

\"Thanks.\" I toss him back the flask. If I\'m found with it, they\'ll probably do all sorts of horrible things
to me. Again.

\"I will check on you again as opportunity presents itself. Stay strong boy.\"

\"I\'ll try.\"

\"Good.\" Snape tells me, nodding. He leaves without another word, and I\'m all by myself again. Left
with some crumbs and straw. And a little tiny cot that feels like rocks. Yay. Rocks. Actually, rocks
are probably more comfortable then this thing.

It looks like they\'re not going to leave me alone after all. Not ten minutes-by my clock-after Snape\'s
gone, Malfoy comes sauntering in, all blonde and clean and sneering. He\'s like some demented cherub.
With better hair.

\"What now?\" I ask, rolling my eyes back into my head. He\'s probably the last person I want to see.
Well, not really. But one of them.

\"I saw you had a visitor.\" Even his voice is all slick and irritating.

\"So what?\"

\"What did he want?\" Draco tips his head at me, and he looks so much like a girl it\'s not even funny.

\"What\'s it matter to you? Afraid you\'re not the only one who wants a ride on ol\' Ron? Sod off,
Malfoy.\"

\"I\'d be very careful if I were you.\" Okay, maybe he doesn\'t look like a girl. He\'s too tall to be a girl,
and his shoulders are too broad. And his features are a little strong.

\"Oh yeah, you can do bad things to me.\" I shrug. I don\'t care. He\'s done it already.

\"No, I just want you right now.\"

He opens the door, and he\'s inside, and he hardly gives me a chance to say anything before he\'s kissing
me hard and backing me back into the cot. His tongue is in my mouth, and it\'s really not bad, and I
guess I can deal with it. Maybe I can even take advantage of the situation.

\"Draco, Draco, wait a second.\" I pull back, and sort of twist my hands in is hair. It\'s real soft, so
that\'s okay.

\"?\" ?\" Draco looks really confused, and I don\'t blame him. I kiss him real quick, and look into his
eyes. We\'re the same height.

\"Let\'s try something different, huh?\" I smile at him, even though I\'m not really happy.

\"What?\" He looks so damn excited that he\'ll probably be up for whatever I suggest. Which is fine by
me.

\"Hey, I\'ll sleep with you. Real, honest to god mutual sex. Just what you always dreamed of. Not rape,
which isn\'t sex at all. But...I get to be on top.\"

\"Fine.\" Draco doesn\'t even think, he just answers and then presses his mouth against mine again, along
with everything else. And it\'s really not bad. He kisses damn good, and his lips are amazingly soft.
Like...i don\'t know, rose petals or something. And he tastes like mint. I\'m actually getting really turned
on by this. *Really* turned on.

He\'s trying to push me back onto the cot, but I won\'t let him. I start tugging at his shirt. I suddenly
want him naked. Now. I want to lay claim to every inch of his body. I want to make him mine.

\"Ron...\" He\'s moaning my name into my mouth. It doesn\'t get any better then this. Holy shit, I\'m
being held captive by psychopaths, in a hot lip lock with my worst enemy, and I\'m loving every minute
of it. I need some help.

But I don\'t care. I drive my tongue into his mouth, ripping te tunic off of his shoulders. I tear my lips
away, and look down at him. He\'s pale and smooth and absolutely delicious. I suck at the skin of his
neck, licking and biting it. For someone so damn cold looking, he\'s very warm.

\"Please, Ron...\" He\'s rubbing his hips against me and whimpering, and it\'s really intoxicating. He might
have been in control last time, but now it\'s me. I\'m the one in control. I\'m the one in the positio
po
power. I turn us around, and now he\'s backed against the cot. And I kneel down, dragging his pants
down around his ankles. And now I\'ve got him naked and trembling, and I can do anything I want to
him.

\"Damn, you\'re beautiful.\" I mumble. And he is, in this Greek statue way. And he\'s *very* well
proportioned. It\'s obvious everything I\'ve done to him\'s made him ready to pop. Now, I\'m no
stranger to sex, be it with man or woman. I\'ve been around the block a few times and back, and I ave
to say I\'m damn proud of my abilities. I take his shaft in one hand, and just run my tongue over it
lightly. He quivers under my tongue, and I can\'t get enough of it. He\'s a totally different person in the
throes of lust.

I tease him. I just use my tongue and occasionally my teeth, but I never take it into my mouth. From
the way he\'s responding, I don\'t have to.

\"Ron!\" He\'s got his hands tangled in my hair, and I swear he\'s ready to fall over. I just keep going,
wrapping my tongue around his cock as much as I can, before I finally just swallow the whole thing.
That\'s all he needs. As soon as my lips close around him, he\'s climaxing. I figured as much, so at least
I\'m prepared for it.

He does fall back, when I pull away. I wipe my lips off, and loown awn at him. He\'s laying on his
back, sweating and naked, and breathing heavily. His hair\'s all slicked back now, and his eyes are
really dark and cloudy. He looks amazing.

\"I want you.\" I say, stripping down quickly and covering his body with mine. I lay on top of him,
pressing every inch of my skin against his. I kiss him, allowing him to taste himself on my lips and
tongue. His hands are all over my back, clawing at me, still whimpering. I push his thighs apart,
nestling myself between them. My own cock is so hard it hurts. I never thought I\'d be so turned on by
Malfoy.

\"Go slow...\" Draco whispers. \"I\'ve never done this before.\"

Well, that just adds to it all. My cock practically leaps for joy at that, it twitches and I have to reach
down between us to position myself better. I slip a finger in first, to ease my way. I\'ve never had a
virgin before, and the fact that it\'s Malfoy only makes it better. I don\'t waste to much time on
preparation, it\'s not like I\'m going in dry. I\'m definitely slick enough to slide in nice and easy. He
moans and cries out when I slide my finger into him, and I twist it around to hit that spot that I know will
make him go wild.

I can feel him getting hard against me again. I slip in a second finger, then pull the both out and slide in.
I can feel him break, and he screams and clutches at my back as I bury myself in him. It\'s an easy go,
and I let out a moan. This is heaven. This is ecstacy. If he wants to do it again, then I\'m fucking fixing
his virginity so I can take it again.

I hold myself up and begin properly fucking him. I\'m damn proud I\'m in good shape. I can hold myself
up with one hand, and use the other to stroke him in time. He\'s got his head thrown back, and this look
of pure euphoria on his face. It urges me on, and I pound myself into him over and over again, like this
is the last lay of my life. Hell, for all I know it is.

He comes a little after I do, but it\'s fine. He screams my name when he does, and falls back onto the
cot in a liquid heap. I feel completely drained, and I just collapse on top of him.

\"That was amazing...\" Draco breathes, nuzzling my neck.

\"Yeah, it was.\" I have to agree. It was definitely the best sex of my life.

\"I\'m...I\'m going to get you out of here.\" Draco promises me, curling up to me. Hey, fine, whatever. I
trust him more then I do Snape. Draco as *pull*. \"There may be some conditions, th.\"h.\"

\"Draco, any conditions are better then this.\" And it\'s true. Looking at it realistically, I\'m either going to
die or make a deal. A deal sounds much better...

\"I have to go tough...\" He pulls away, getting dressed slowly. A few buttons are missing from his shirt.
They\'re probably somewhere on the floor. He kisses me quick, before slipping out with another
promise of savior. Whatever.

I just lay back on my cot, still naked. I wish I had a cigarette....

TBC