The Symptoms of Our Getting Older

[Disclaimer] Characters belong to JK Rowling. No money is being made from this story.

The throbbing beat was no doubt designed to incite throbbing much lower than his head, figured the slender man. Sitting glumly on the stool, he watched himself in the mirror behind the bartender. The Muggle smoke burned his sinuses and the electric lights offended his sensitive eyes. He peered into the bright magenta cocktail that came in the abnormal triangular glass.

Cosmopolitan, indeed. What it looked and tasted like was an oversweet potion gone hideously awry. Why this was such a reportedly popular Muggle drink, he didn\'t get. Then again, Muggles were foul.

He\'d been purposefully ignoring the over-muscled bald man next to him until he felt the bulbous arm wrap around him and smelled the whiskey-soaked breath. \"Yer coming to the bathroom with me.\"

Direct, and yet... \"Get off of me.\"

\"Yes, get off of him,\" came a voice behind him.

The bald man tensed, ready for a fight, but looked into the challenger\'s determined eyes and then the curious scar on his forehead and squinted. Both of these men were peculiar in a way he couldn\'t quite put his finger on. He leered one last time at his quarry but then shrugged and wandered off, \"Silly twinks.\"

\"What, no \'thank you\'?\" the bold rescuer asked the seated man.

\"For what?\"

\"You were about to be yanked into something with that steroid abuser.\"

\"Pfft. I don\'t care from stare-oids.\"

Of course, the taller man couldn\'t tell verbally that the blond didn\'t comprehend what he was saying, so he didn\'t correct it. Not that it mattered. \"Probably had a small prick anyway,\" he observed as he held up a pinky to make his point.

\"Probably.\"

\"Strange to find someone like you in a place like this,\" the scarred man said as he nodded to the barman and pointed to the pink cocktail and held two fingers up.

\"I only come here when my boyfriend is out of town,\" the thin blond said as he pushed forward his empty glass with a grimace at the prospect of having another but gamely took up the fresh one and sipped.

\"Oh? You have a boyfriend, do you?\" the brunet asked as he picked up his own cocktail and sipped at it. He winced as it was awful, but it amused him that the other man was drinking it.

\"Oh yes. A really big one. Scary.\"

\"I\'m sure. Does he know you come to bars when he\'s out of town?\"

He snorted and eyed the other man. For a moment he couldn\'t see his eyes from the reflected glare off the glasses. \"No.\"

At that moment, he could see the impish expression on the pale man\'s pointed face and his brows rose. \"So he has no idea that his boyfriend is a dirty little whore, does he?\"

\"He\'s not very bright.\"

\"He\'s not?\"

\"Oh no. Dense as they come.\"

\"I guess he\'d have to be pretty stupid to think a slut like you could be faithful.\"

\"I\'m not a slut.\"

\"No?\" asked the disfigured man as he finished his drink and grabbed the other by the arm.

\"No,\" said the slight man as he jerked his arm away.

Leaning in, the larger man grabbed him hard by the elbow, digging his fingers in, causing nerves to jangle. The smaller man to jolted in response to the numbing tingle. Using the momentum of the shock, the bespectacled man shoved the pale one off of the stool and forward, directing him towards the door. \"Come on.\"

\"Where are you taking me?\"

\"Home.\"

The blond stopped short, only to be grabbed harder by thick, calloused fingers and hustled unceremoniously out the door. \"I\'m not going home with you,\" the smaller man hissed.

\"I beg to differ,\" said the green-eyed man as he dragged his shivering captive into the alleyway and wrapped an arm around him.

With a loud crack, they were in a furnished, but otherwise nondescript bedroom. The meek man looked about wildly before being pitched forward onto the bed. He looked up briefly onto the nightstand and saw a moving picture of a familiar blond man with the brunet snuggling and posing for the camera.

Immediately, the coarse hand slapped the picture out of sight.

\"Seems I\'m not the only one with a boyfriend,\" growled the captive as he glared back angrily over his shoulder.

The darker gentleman pointed his wand at the prone man. \"Take off your clothes.\"

\"No.\"

Brows up, the brunet grinned and said, \"Evanesco.\" His wand flourished and the clothing vanished.

\"What are you doing? Those were expensive!\" fussed the naked man.

\"I\'ll buy you new ones.\"

\"You can\'t afford new ones!\"

\"You don\'t know what I can afford,\" the captor intoned meaningfully.

\"Pfft,\" the blond man huffed.

\"Shut up!\" corrected the irritated man as he pulled off his shirt and undid his pants. He leaned in and slapped the pale, bare ass a few times and then grabbed it with bruising force.

The blond man grumbled into the dark duvet covering the bed about vanishing clothes that fit him perfectly, but the sharp crack of skin on skin that he heard just before he felt the burning sting of brought him back to the present. \"Stop it! Don\'t touch me!\" He started to scramble away only to be grabbed by his hips and yanked back. \"STOP!\"

\"Shut up, slut.\"

\"I\'ll tell my boyfriend about this!\"

\"Oh you\'re going to tell your big, bad boyfriend that you were hanging out at a gay bar in Muggle London? I\'m sure he\'ll be very sympathetic to your story,\" he growled as he pinned his victim down, sitting on the back of the pale thighs.

The smaller man started to yelp and scram at the bed in an attempt to get out from under the larger man who was laughing in cruel mockery of his plight. He stopped his frantic attempt at escape as he heard a crinkle and then a tearing noise. Looking back behind him, his eyes widened at the strange shiny ring of... something. \"What the shit is that?\"

\"It\'s a condom, you manky poof. I\'m not shagging you without one, who knows what diseases you might be carrying!\" he said as he carefully unfurled it over his hard prick.

\"You could always just... not fuck me, you know!\"

\"Oh, but you want it, don\'t you?\"

\"No! I don\'t!\" the frail man protested. He started to flail as he felt the clammy rubbery prick starting to slide between his cheeks. \"WAIT, NO!\" he shrieked as his arms were grabbed and pinned down to the bed. The larger man\'s torso was now crushingly over his back. His eyes clamped shut as he felt the erection pushing towards his hard band of muscles. \"STOP!\" he screamed as he was breeched.

\"No wonder your boyfriend leaves you alone so much. You\'re loose, you fucking whore, aren\'t you? Spread for anyone who comes along,\" he growled as he grabbed the silvery hair hard into his fist and yanked his head back savagely so he could look at the pointed face pinched up in anguish.

\"Stoooop...\" he pled.

\"You like it, you slut, I can tell, I feel you moving back against me.\"

\"I can\'t moooooove... and it huuurts... stoooop!\" he groaned as his body undulated under the dominant man above him.

\"Hurts? Who could hurt a slut like you?\" he hissed. \"Your boyfriend must have a really small prick, he does, doesn\'t he?\"

The trapped man didn\'t respond, he just whined as his hips caught up with the harsh thrusting, despite how the rude entry had initially burned. His prick rubbed against the soft velvet of the duvet and cushioned the manic thrusting from above.

\"Stupid. Fucking. WHORE!\" The words came out with hard, punctuated thrusts and ended with a savage bite into the smaller man\'s pale skin, a punishing gesture of dominance. He held the bite, sinking his teeth into the tendons and flexing muscles, ignoring the shrieking cries from his prey.

His grey eyes clamped shut, there didn\'t seem to be much choice at all. He was pinned beneath this maniac who was now biting him past the point of pain, past the point of reason. Any way that he shifted only caused the sharp teeth to sink deeper into his flesh and so he let out another keening wail and then relaxed, submitting to the rough treatment with no further protest.

Feeling the final fragment of willfulness drain out of his victim, the stronger man balanced on the hands pinning the other down to the bed and started a brutal rhythm, pummeling his prick into the sniveling twink. He felt the hard squeezing around his prick and his lips curled into a savage smile. \"Cunt. Disgusting poufter. You just came, didn\'t you? You came from a rape! What a dirty little slag. You like it! You love it. Fucking. Stupid. Whore!\" he growled, the last words articulated by angry plunges until the brutal man came and dropped atop the pale aristocrat.

Shamefully sated from their naughty game, Draco panted under Harry, sighing occasionally as his breath caught up with his racing heart. Harry\'s head rested on Draco\'s shoulder and he left a soft kiss over the abraded neck skin. \"You\'re a twat. Those clothes cost a fortune they were brand new,\" whined Draco.

\"You broke character,\" gasped Harry, still not quite recovered.

\"I did not. It\'s quite conceivable that I would be worried about my clothing...\"

\"While you were naked in a stranger\'s flat?\" teased Harry. \"A stranger that was about to rape you?\"

\"Those pants fit my ass perfectly. Do you have any idea how rare that is? Besides, you left our picture out!\"

Avoiding the fact that Draco was right about the forgotten snapshot, Harry pointed out, \"You broke it again when I pulled out the condom.\"

\"The what? Kun-dumb? Is that what you put on your prick? It feels wierd.\"

\"Yes, it\'s a Muggle contraceptive device. It prevents the spread of diseases.\"

\"What, are you afraid I\'ll end up carrying your ass baby now?\" snarked Draco as he rolled his eyes. After a pause he continued. \"Why don\'t they use potions or spells-- right. No magic. Well, kun-dumb feels gross. Don\'t use it again, you know I don\'t have any diseases. Besides, we\'re still Wizards,\" Draco observed.

\"Again?\" questioned Harry, sounding hopeful.

Draco smirked and turned his head to the side to look back at Harry out of the corner of his eye. \"Yes, but next time come and get me before some Muggle bear manhandles me, you wanker.\"

Harry snorted, as if he wanted anyone touching his lover. \"I love you. Slut.\"

\"I love you, too. Rapist.\"

~~

Challenge: 10.The boys decide to engage in a little role-playing.

I pose this as a post-war piece where Harry and Draco have been together for a while, a long while. Apologies for the epithets, but they were all part of the gag to keep the reader in on the joke. I wouldn\'t mention it, but as this fandom seems particularly epithet-phobic, I thought it would be a good idea to give a heads up that it was purposeful.