Distorted Exposure

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AN: Have at it.

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Draco felt a slow smile start to creep into his expression but repressed it as he raked his eyes over Potter. He felt a delicious sort of hunger burn through him as he took in the brunet and couldn’t help but think that his plans for revenge had gotten a whole lot sweeter.

Potter had been dressed up in and only in the most flattering pair of boxers, red silk with a barely noticeable check pattern of shiny and lusterless material that danced in the light; they were just loose enough on his hips to look as though with the right amount of concentration the part of the observer they would slide right off.

Draco had to consciously keep from licking his lips and had to try even harder to keep a victorious smirk from his face. Considering Potter position, Draco found that he had gotten off quite easily, he still had a shirt, black, and with a few buttons undone [alright, all but one but it was a very strategically important button] and an undone tie, of a matching red to Potter’s boxers, was slung around his neck, and he had black pants, low riding pants, but pants none the less.

Forced to turn away lest the glee in his eyes betray him, Draco couldn’t help but snicker a little at the priceless expression of irritation that Potter had been sporting from the moment he stepped from the changing room. He had, without pause for breath, argued the ridiculousness of the situation for a good minute before turning away in defeat as Ren refused, point blank, to see things his way. And for that Draco was grateful.

The room that the day’s shoot would be in was simple with healthy lighting and was almost overly spacious. In the center, set against a backdrop of stone, the type one might find in the bedroom of a castle, was a mirror, ornate and unique. It was a full length mirror, rectangular and stood of it’s own accord and it reminded Draco of a similar piece that he had once in his youth seen in his attic. It was framed in black iron and decorated with polished ebony inlays that caught the light and played all sorts of tricks with it. In places Draco thought that he saw clean cut stones of a smokey colour but amidst all the other black he couldn’t be sure.

“Just play around you two. We want to get some natural shots.” Ren called out as she went to stand behind the camera and her brother. Alex smiled a quick smile at Potter who lightened his scowl just a bit, before getting down to fiddling with his camera.

Draco scowled at the interaction, scoffed at the thought of ‘playing around’ with Potter and hoped to the Gods which seemed to be favouring him that Potter would play the docile little pet as he had been prone to do in all their photo shoots thus far.

Potter had his back turned to him and Draco felt something more natural click as he took slow striding steps up to where the brunet was, a little ways away from the mirror, off to one side. As a model Draco had only ever taken still shots, simply modeling clothes but his experiences in the photo shoots with Potter had taught him that all he had to do was extend the principle of modeling a little so that it would encompass the movement that Ren and Alex required of them, it was almost like telling a story.

Draco saw the tense and corded muscles of Potter’s back and shoulders and also noticed the slight slouch to the brunet’s form. Slowly, but without hesitation Draco reached out his hand and ran it the length of the brunet’s spine, watching the way Potter flexed his muscles in response.

Draco narrowed his eyes a little and tried to keep his mind focused, his purpose was to make Potter unbearably uncomfortable not to sate the sick fascination his mind had with Potter’s body. His focus was helped by the fact that both purposes entailed, essentially the same actions on his part.

“In front of the mirror.” Draco said, his voice intentionally husky. The brunet moved with grace, and thankfully without objection, slowly stepping up a little and to the side. In a moment he was directly in front of the mirror. Draco heard the camera click but it was familiar enough a sound that it did not bother him.

Instead he focused his attention on the back of Potter’s head, his eyes roaming over the messy black locks, down his back, following the contours of his body until his eyes hit red, the material of the boxers that glided smoothly over the brunet’s fine ass. Draco let his eyes continue and they slid down Potter’s nicely toned legs and then to the floor.

Draco knew that Potter couldn’t see him and was certain that the brunet would be able to feel his hungry gaze. Draco loved the feeling of power, because for that moment he had complete authority over Potter, something that the brunet was clearly wary of. Draco finally felt as though he was back in his element.

Walking with purpose, Draco slid up behind Potter’s tense form, breathing softly in a manner that was sure to make the hairs on the back of Potter’s neck stand on end. Sure enough, Draco saw the slow ripple of goosebumps spread over the toned skin of Potter’s arms. He almost shivered himself to think he had caused such a reaction.

Glancing at the mirror instead of Potter he saw that the brunet had his head down to the floor. Leaning against him Draco draped his arms around Potter and felt his body stiffen in his arms.

“Relax why don’t you.” Draco murmured, “I mean what are you worried about?”

The body in his arms went limp. “That’s more like it.” Draco whispered. Loving the idea of a Potter that listened to his every command and ignoring the fact that it was only for the purpose of the photo shoot. Such insignificant details were hardly the type of thing his ego liked to recognize.

Draco gazed into the mirror, watching the subtle movements of Potter’s body. Slowly Draco let his hands slide down the brunet’s body, over the smooth muscles of his arms and then slipping along the side of his torso until they came to a rest against his hips. The feel of Potter’s soft skin was heavenly, loathe as Draco was to admit it.

Slowly, with the ease that came from experience, Draco let one hand follow the waistband of Potter’s red boxers every so slightly, inching forward along the natural curves of Potter’s body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Draco had the presence to wonder how much further Potter would actually allow him to go. But by the distinctly powerful flexes of Potter’s muscles, as they went taut against his own roaming hands was enough to let Draco know that he had gotten under Potter’s skin.

For a moment this alone caused him to smile and Draco looked up at the mirror, feeling heat flood his body at the erotic sight that was framed in the reflective surface. The brunet had his eyes cast down, the most sinfully shameful blush coloured the brunet’s cheeks and he was leaning over him, his hands treading dangerous lines. In that moment Draco saw the illusion of Potter as a blushing virgin.

Suddenly he was overcome with the urge to tear away the facade that Potter had so easily constructed. It wasn’t fair that Potter had so easily reduced him to a mindless slave to pleasure the night before but now remained composed enough to play a part under his touch. But then again, Draco had always liked a challenge, and more than that he liked to break those select few who held their own pride above what he showed them to be right.

Wrapping one arm around Potter’s waist he drifted his other hand up Potter’s cheek, watching his movements with a curious expression in the mirror, his head tilted a little to the side so that his hair fell a little from is perfect position. Draco slowly slid his hand under Potter’s chin and urged his head up, feeling the shudder that passed through the brunet as his eyes caught the image reflected in the glass.

Draco felt, through all his intent, his aching member and ignored it. A strange sort of adrenalin pumped through him, high and fast in such contrast to his languid movements. Urging Potter to keep his eyes up Draco let his hand slip from the brunet’s jaw, allowing it to glide along his throat, feeling the throb of Potter’s pulse beneath his fingers.

The form in his arms shifted a little but Draco noticed that the brunet didn’t look away from the mirror. Draco leaned himself to one side and dipped his head a little to breathe warm hot air over the hollow of Potter’s neck. Potter shifted again, ever so slightly. Draco slipped his tongue out a little and mimicked running it against Potter’s collarbone but kept enough distance to avoid performing the task.

Looking up again into the glass, Draco could distinctly feel the heat of Potter’s back against his chest, the full skin on skin contact withheld only by the obstruction resulting from the one button that remained on his shirt.

Draco looked into the glass and smirked. He elicited the barest of gasps from the brunet as he moved his hand from around Potter’s neck and slid it down his torso and in the process brushed the hardened nub of the brunet’s nipple, seemingly by accident.

With a vindictive smirk he watched Potter’s reaction in the mirror. And for the barest of moments Potter spared him a sharp warning glance before allowing himself to fall back into character. Draco lidded his eyes and smiled, knowing he had hit a nerve in more ways than one.

With a patience he didn’t feel Draco let his hands wander over the skin of Potter’s body, feeling all the dips and muscles, corded tight beneath his perfectly smooth, slightly tan skin. Being a quidditch pro definitely had definitely paid off for one Harry Potter. With an unnoticeable subtly Draco’s movements became more purposeful and harder to ignore. Experienced fingers taunted and teased Potter with trembling halting touches that saw Potter’s heart racing in moments.

Draco looked at the mirror and blinked innocently as Potter glanced at him with questioning eyes. Funny, Draco thought, how he manages to stay so in character even when he’s trying to stand up to me.

Draco watched with amused eyes as the front of the brunet’s sinfully red silk boxers tented with an erection at his gentle touches. Potter shot him an almost desperate look but when Draco was about to smirk he saw the expression turn into a fierce scowl, only for a moment and then it was gone.

Well even as hot and bothered as he was, Potter was a fighter and Draco knew as much. He expected no less and yet he was hardly any old contender. He knew things that could have Potter a begging, writhering mess in front of him in moments. But he wanted his vengeance to be slow, something to savour.

Potter fluttered his lashed as Draco drew circles on his heated skin, and he felt a little shift in weight as the brunet leaned back against Draco’s chest unable to help himself. The blond smirked and leaned his head so that his breath blew rhythmically against the shell of Potter’s ear. With a lot of extraneous action, none of which he was sure Potter minded, he let his hands dance their way lower and lower.

Draco caught the beginnings of a stiffled moan and Potter shifted uncomfortably against him, almost going so far as to pull away but Draco touch was insistent and irresistible. Potter opened his mouth as though he was about to protest, or perhaps ask for more. Draco caught his eyes in the mirror and held them as he let his tongue dart out to lick the shell of Potter ear.

“Malfoy.” Potter hissed, on the verge or saying something just as his hands reached the waistband of Potter’s boxers.

“Alright guys. That’s great. Alex just needs little time to get a fresh roll of film so you two can take a break.” Ren's voice floated across the room cutting through the air. Draco without hesitation pushed Potter from his arms, pocketed his hands and walked away. He was just a little frustrated but didn’t show it. He had been on the edge of driving Potter wild and the timing of Ren’s interruption had been purely horrendous.

Draco stared blankly at the wall and resisted the urge to turn around and observe Potter and his handiwork. Maybe this was fortunate, Draco began to think, giving Potter time to stew over things would only leave him more flustered and that in Draco’s books was gold.

When the film had been loaded into the camera Draco turned around and surveyed the room. Potter was leaning against the far wall look more than a little irritated and the siblings were watching him with identical amused expressions. Much to his satisfaction Draco could see the outline of his erection even from the other side of the room.

Draco couldn’t wait to get his hands back on Potter, to bring him to a place within his own body where he would die of the sheer torturous pleasure. And somehow Draco knew that it would be a thousand times easier with a docile Potter in his hands than if he had to ever deal with the Potter of reality.

“If you two are ready we most definitely are.” Ren called out cheerfully, it was obvious she was happy with the day’s proceedings, enough so not to even bother interfering with the initiative Draco had chosen to take. “Just pick up right where you guys left off.”

And that was precisely what Draco intended to do. This time Potter approached the mirror warily and cast his eyes down once again. He appeared to have steeled himself a little and Draco cursed the camera for allowing him that chance. But then again he had already set his mind to moving on with the show, progressing beyond his simple examination of Potter’s torso.

The brunet’s heated body against his own was blissful and Draco allowed himself a moment to indulge his cock which was hard and wanting, caged by the material of his pants. He pulled Potter against his erection and nearly moaned himself at the pleasure that ran like electricity through his groin. Potter seemed to jolt at the feel of the hardness that was pressed against his ass and almost seemed to want to squirm away.

But as Draco suspected he had better control than that and remained in his arms, however unwilling, looking once again, for all the world like a blushing virgin on his first night. Draco simply wanted to devour that look and would have been tempted to were it not for the irrefutable knowledge he held of what lay beneath such an innocent exterior. And it was at this powerfully infuriating interior that Draco now aimed his actions.

Bringing his left arm to wrap around Potter’s torso and wind up around his neck so that his hand fell against the brunet’s right cheek, Draco slowly urged Potter’s head up once more, meeting a little more resistance this time as Potter became wiser to his games. Still eventually those emerald eyes caught the light of the mirror and looked on transfixed.

Draco then took his right hand and placed it a top Potter’s right hand, sliding their fingers together ever so slightly. Potter’s eyes widened a little at the action and Draco could see the hint of suspicion below his angelic, startled expression.

For a moment Draco was tempted to kiss the brunet but resisted, knowing it was not the smartest of ideas, and reasoning with a logical mind [which he somehow was still able to possess] that it would do very little towards his cause. Draco ignored the part of him that screamed that it did not matter what good kissing Potter was towards the plan. Afterall everything was for the plan and for vengeance and he was by no means doing this because he enjoyed it. Right. Vengeance.

Using his own hand Draco guided the brunet’s hand up until it was against the waistband of his boxers. With gentle pressure he led Potter to follow the elastic which lay dangerously low on his hips. Potter’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment and Draco felt his erection throb at the sight in the mirror.

Potter bit his lip a little and hissed as Draco brought his hand to his navel and then guided it to follow the beckoning line of hair that tread from his navel to disappear into his boxers. And then, cupping Potter’s hand in his he brought it down to trace the straining erection that Potter sported though the material of his boxers.

The brunet moaned, a sound that made Draco harder himself if that were possible. And then as though he had just then realized what he was doing jolted and went to pull away. But Draco was not prepared to let him go.

“Where do you think you’re going? In case you’ve forgotten we’re in the middle of a shoot.” Draco hissed into Potter’s ear.

Draco was amazed at how Potter switched his scowling expression so fast. His gaze now made it seem as though the blond has whispered the naughtiest things into his ear. Fuck, but that look was hot.

Shaking the creeping tendrils of lust from his mind, Draco continued his work. Tracing Potter’s erection through the material of his boxers with both their hands. Slowly he began to rub the harness and Potter let him, hesitant in his actions as though he was thoroughly unsure of himself.

Draco felt Potter lean more against him and the almost repressed way in which Potter’s breath quickened. Draco quickly added a few skilled tricks of his own and watched as Potter bit his lip and groaned deep in his throat. An immediate blush stained his cheeks but he was not afforded any grace period as Draco sped the strokes up a little drawing a gasp from the brunet.

Draco could feel Potter tremble a little and knew that the brunet couldn’t have been too comfortable, in fact he knew that he could probably get Potter to come with a few skilled strokes. But then that would defeat the purpose.

Almost subconsciously Potter tried to speed up but Draco held him back. The brunet bit his lip and moaned in frustration. Just then Draco leaned in and placed a gentle nip on Potter collar bone, his eyes glancing into the mirrors and Potter seemed to have abandoned all reason because he closed his eyes and threw his head back a little with a hiss.

The camera clicked in a final sort of way and the mechanical noise of the film winding itself up again was heard.

“And that’s a wrap guys.” Alex called out. He sounded a little awed. With a smirk Draco pulled away, and turned his back. Walking away to the sweet sound of a frustrated hiss from behind him.

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AN: Urgh. I had planned to have this chapter up last week but then aff got all stupid and I lost all motivation to do so. I don't like the new system [because I feel it will turn away some of the shyer readers/reviewers], and unfortunately that will probably mean that I will find a new home for my stories. If in fact I decide to move then I will give full notice and I will maintain the story on aff despite my dislike for the new system [I realize why it is in place but that doesn't mean I have to like it]. I do however recognize that the staff of aff have tried their hardest to make the transition pleasant and also more accomodating to demanding review-oriented authors such as myself.

Anyways I hope that chapter was worth the wait, the next one should get even hotter but I haven't gotten around to writing it and probably wont for at least another two weeks. But don't let that stop you from reviewing, because I do enjoy reviews [and I've allowed anonymous reviews to make it easier on everyone]. And on that note, thank you to everyone who did review the last chapter

Oh and as much as I do love reviews and as harsh as I sound last chapter, I must state that I wouldn't hold out on updating because of reviews and that I was only teasing last chapter.

Edit: fixing some stupid mistakes on my part.

Edit: Sorry I just caught the fact that half the chapter was in italics, I'm sorry, I just messed up the code, forgot the slash. So just to clear things up the italics were not purposefully and hopefully it didn't mess anyone up.

- Incessant_Darkness