One Night Man

One Year Later...

Scoundrel. Libertine. Blackguard.

All names Draco had heard himself called, and all won honorably by whoring himself out one night at a time. He knocked back another shot of whisky and smiled flirtatiously at the man across from him at the bar. The man smiled back, giving him a heated look before sensually licking the salt off the rim of his drink before arching an eyebrow.

Intrigued, Draco stood and made his way across the crowded club. The man was even better looking close-up, he realised. Artfully messy dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a darling, angelic face that could hide a million sins.

"The name's Jim," he introduced himself, and Draco stepped closer to be heard over the music.

"Drake," he offered.

Jim's eyes narrowed as his smirk widened. "Is that a challenge or a promise?"

Draco felt lust fire through him like a gunshot. This was no stupid frat boy out for a night of partying. "Excuse me?"

"Drake. As in dragon. So is it a challenge, or are you promising me a smoking good time?" Jim lifted his glass and tipped it towards Draco's lips. The too-sweet liquid was tempered by the salt rimming the glass, and it hit him like a punch to the stomach. With a near physical jolt, he watched as Jim turned the cup and took a drink from the same place Draco had, his tongue flicking out to taste the cool glass.

Draco shivered, and leaned closer. "You free tonight?"

"No."

Disappointment was bitter.

"And neither are you." Jim snaked a hand around his neck and drew him close for a heated kiss. Desire curled through his stomach, bringing his cock up to half-mast. "My place or yours?"

The jauntily cocked eyebrow turned the cliche'd phrase in a sexual thrill that left Draco momentarily breathless. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so turned on before they'd even left the club.

Actually, his traitorous brain supplied. Last time was with Potter, last year.

For a virgin, Potter had been one of the best fucks he'd ever had. Enthusiastic, uninhibited, and fuck he was hard. The leather pants that had been such a good idea in front of his mirror at home now seemed like a constricting torture device designed to drive him insane.

"Which is closest?" he gasped out in answer to Jim's question. Jim slid off the bar stool and melted against him, one hand questing through the laces of his trousers. With a soft crack, they Disapparated.

-o0o-

The Apparation served to disarm his erection some, and Draco took a step back. "A wizard? You're just full of surprises. What if I'd been a muggle?"

"I'd oblivate you and then have mind-blowing sex."

Draco's knees felt weak, and a quick glance behind him showed the promised bed. He collapsed onto it, and then teasingly tugged his shirt up inch by inch.

Jim wasted no time with theatrics; when he was through enjoying Draco's show, he whipped his shirt off, and then crawled over Draco, straddling him. In moments, their hips and chests came together, and Jim wiggled in just the right way to send shooting sparks of pleasure straight through Draco's body.

They moaned in unison. Jim's fingers flew across the laces of Draco's trousers, untying them with speed and grace. He drew Draco's erection free, and stroked it once, twice, then lowered himself down and sucked it straight down his throat. Draco's voice cracked on the startled groan that ripped it's way out of his mouth.

"Christ, Jim," he gasped, earning himself a wicked chuckle. The vibrations from the noise rocked him from root to tip, drawing another moan out of him. Jim gave head like he'd been born to it.

He drew back just seconds before Draco came, ripping a strangled oath out of him. "What the fuck?"

"Top or bottom?"

"I never bottom."

Another arched eyebrow, and then his pants disappeared. A finger gently massaged the tight ring of muscle, and Jim chuckled wickedly again. "So it seems. Care to make an exception? I can make it good."

Without waiting for a response, Jim dipped lower and his tongue snaked out. It was something Draco could never bring himself to do to his other lovers, and he was utterly unprepared for the hot, wet sensation touching him where no one and nothing else ever had.

Without further stimulation, he found himself arching up off the bed, ropes of come shooting out onto his stomach and the mattress. Jim didn't halt; he simply held Draco's hips down and thrust his tongue inside.

Draco was reduced to incoherent moans and gibberish. Jim brought one hand up, and trailed his fingers through Draco's come, smearing it. What should have been disgusting turned erotic, the delicate touches combining with the wetness and heat of what Jim was doing between his legs. His erection refueled, standing up from his body and curving towards his stomach.

"Okay," he practically moaned. "Okay, you can top."

Another wicked chuckle answered his proclamation. Suddenly the tongue was on his balls, licking and sucking, and something a little bigger than Jim's tongue was pressing slowly into him. The brief pain turned straight into jagged spikes of pleasure, and Draco dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to keep from screaming as the questing fingers found his prostate.

-o0o-

Draco woke luxuriously, and then felt a stab of disorientation. There was no one else in bed with him, a strange feeling. He always woke first; it was part of his mysterious charm.

He listened carefully, but couldn't hear any water. Maybe he's making breakfast, Draco decided, and smiled. Maybe there was someone worth sleeping with again out there.

Left alone in the room, he took note of the bedside drawer and grinned impishly. What sort of things would a man like Jim keep in a bedside table?

He yanked the drawer open.

A bible?

Draco took a closer look at the room. It had that un-lived in feeling of all hotel rooms, the lamp was glued to the table, and the art was horribly bland. If he'd had any brain cells to spare the night before, he would have noticed all these things before, and he cursed himself for letting his cock get the better of him.

A letter on the bureau across the room caught his attention, and his heart sank.

Malfoy,

Last night was amazing. Thanks for a brilliant time. I'd feel guilty about going without leaving a note, something I know you're unfamiliar with.

See you again - never,

Harry J. Potter

The note slipped from nerveless fingers as he recognised in hind-sight the glamour spells for changing eye colour and blemish removal.

That bastard!

-o0o-

Draco got a taste of his own medicine! Serves him right. Perhaps all will work itself out in the third and final chapter.