Pay In Trade

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Colin Creevey had made himself the unofficial photographer of Hogwarts. He’d taken pictures for all sorts of occasions, for students of all four houses and even some professors. This was why he was only nominally surprised when Draco Malfoy came to him with an interesting order.

“I need you to take some photographs of me,” the Slytherin had said. Then his voice dropped. “In the buff.”

“You know my standard fee,” Colin replied. “Special requests are extra.”

The other boy looked uncomfortable. Colin waited for him to speak, watching the handsome features twist.

“I don’t have the money.”

Most people would have probably expressed shock or incredulity at this. Colin took it in stride.

“Then I imagine you will be wanting to pay in trade,” he said. Draco nodded.

“What kind of services could I offer you?” the Slytherin asked softly.

“Well, that really depends what you’re willing to do,” Colin murmured.

“Try me.”

Colin looked Draco over with an appraising eye. He pursed his lips and then smiled slightly. The other boy nodded in understanding.

“That’s acceptable. But I warn you, Creevey, if you tell anyone about this…”

“Confidentiality is always implied in my services.”

They arranged an appointment for a week hence, since Colin’s schedule was very busy. Draco met Colin in the empty classroom granted to Colin as a studio and darkroom. To his surprise, Dennis was there. He scowled at the older Creevey brother.

“Dennis usually assists me in my work,” Colin said.

“So will he be taking his fee in trade as well?” Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I suppose that would take the guesswork out of my percentage,” Dennis said. He chuckled softly.

Draco shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. Colin cocked his head, sizing up his customer.

“What are these photos for?” he asked, opening a drawer in his worktable and removing several rolls of film.

“Oh.” The Slytherin looked a little bit sheepish. “I’m submitting them to Playwitch, actually.”

“Looking for a career in modeling?” Dennis asked, pulling a darkly-upholstered sofa into place and adjusting several lights.

“I’d considered it.”

“You should go for it. You’re very photogenic.” Colin smiled. “In fact, depending on how these photos turn out, I’d be willing to pay you to let me exhibit them with some of my work.” He opened the back of his camera and started threading the film. “If you would be so kind as to disrobe,” he murmured, intent on his camera.

Draco did not hesitate to shuck his outer robe and sat down to take off his shoes and socks. He had worked hard on his physique and didn’t mind showing it off. The studio was pleasantly warm, unlike most of the rest of the castle, and his skin didn’t even prickle as he shed his shirt and trousers.

“I think we’ll start with a charcoal backdrop,” Colin announced. Dennis pulled his wand and said the necessary spell. “I’m loading the black-and-white first. We’ll do standing shots first, then reclining. Then I want to get some close-ups of each, and we’ll repeat the process with the color film and a different backdrop. Sound good?”

“You’re the photographer,” Draco said.

Colin set to work immediately, directing Draco into various poses and snapping shots of each.

“Alright, put your hands on the arm of the sofa…keep your feet where they are now, arch your back. Look at me.” It was very easy to get Draco to do what he wanted; the boy was a natural mug for the camera. “Now lie down on the couch. Just sprawl, be comfortable with your body…perfect.” Click. “On your back, arch your spine, the camera is unworthy of your attention.” Click. “Roll to your stomach, one arm dangling to the floor.” Click.

Dennis was sitting on a stool near Colin’s worktable, watching his brother circle the Slytherin, camera clicking and whirring with each shot. Colin finished the first roll and tossed it to Dennis, who caught it neatly and set it on the table. Draco watched impatiently as Colin reloaded the camera.

They shot through three rolls of monochromatic and two of color. Colin disappeared into the darkroom half of the studio and started the film developing.

“They should be done by the time you leave,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Draco leaned his chin on his knee, his foot propped on the couch cushion, seemingly oblivious to the view he was affording the Creevey brothers.

“Now about your fee,” Draco murmured.

“Oh, yes, that,” Colin tittered, suddenly nervous. He had exacted this sort of fee before, from male and female clients, but never one so totally nonchalant as Malfoy--or so stunningly attractive.

“What would you have me do?” Draco asked, tilting his head. He looked amused. “Do you want to take turns? Or maybe just a big messy free-for-all, those can be fun. But of course I don’t know your preferences. I’m basically indifferent.” He shrugged. “Well?”

Both Creeveys seemed suddenly reluctant to collect their fee. Dennis looked at his brother and back at Draco, who had shifted to rest his cheek against the arm of the couch. The idea of sharing a partner with his brother was kind of intimidating, especially when that partner was someone like Draco Malfoy. The young man had quite a reputation in the school. Dennis briefly considered bowing out but then realized he might always regret forfeiting his chance to bed the hottest boy in Slytherin House. Colin was meanwhile having similar thoughts, and came to the same conclusion.

Draco finally sighed and raised his head.

“Make up your minds, gentlemen,” he said, smiling. He crooked a finger at Dennis and the younger boy started forward almost unintentionally. Draco grabbed Dennis’ necktie and dragged him down to his knees in front of the couch. The slate-blue eyes held Colin’s as Draco’s mouth captured Dennis’ roughly. Colin’s jaw worked but he seemed frozen to the spot. Draco’s fingers slipped under the younger boy’s belt and untucked his shirt, teasing the buttons out of the buttonholes.

Dennis’ breath hitched as Draco loosened his tie and pulled it slowly out of his collar, dropping it on the floor.

“Well, Colin?” Draco asked, pushing Dennis’ shirt off his shoulders. The older Creevey said nothing. Draco chuckled and turned his attention back to Dennis.

“They say you’re fearless,” he murmured, smirking, running his hand along the edge of Dennis’ collar.

“They exaggerate.” Dennis obediently stood as Draco tugged him upward. The Slytherin towered over the other boy.

“You don’t look afraid.”

“Should I be?”

Draco chuckled. His nimble fingers unclasped the Gryffindor’s belt and trousers. Dennis’ cheeks were flushed already, and he closed his eyes as Draco’s mouth found the tender flesh of his throat.

“What do you want me to do?” Draco breathed, fingers ghosting over Dennis’ tight brown nipples. At fifteen, Dennis was still something of a runt, and Draco’s hands could nearly encircle the other boy’s waist. Draco’s fingers trailed over soft, hairless skin and he nuzzled a delicate ear. He waited for his answer.

“Use your imagination,” Dennis said, smiling.

“As you wish.” Draco kissed a path down Dennis’ throat and collarbone; he dropped to his knees and continued his trail over the slender, trembling stomach. He pushed Dennis’ trousers down and helped him step out of them, discarding the other boy’s shoes as well. Draco sat on his haunches and nuzzled Dennis’ erection through his soft cotton underwear.

Colin made a noise and the other boys glanced at him.

“You’re welcome to join in,” Draco murmured lazily. He tugged Dennis’ underwear down and let the other boy step out of it. Draco braced his hands on the slim hips and smiled slightly as Dennis’ fingers carded their way into his hair. He opened his mouth and took Dennis in with the ease of years of practice.

Though he never took his attention off what he was doing, Draco raised one hand from Dennis’ hip and beckoned to Colin. The older Creevey finally uprooted his frozen feet and came to kneel beside Draco. He took a moment to admire the tableau: Draco’s nose buried in brown curls, Dennis’ hands twisted in thick, silken blond hair, Draco’s obvious arousal. Colin was hesitant at first, touching Draco’s body, but his courage grew with his excitement and he allowed his hands to roam. Draco pulled back to swirl his tongue over the tip of Dennis’ erection, eliciting a groan. He moved one hand from his task and took Colin’s fingers in his, guiding them down over his stomach to his own hardness. Encouraged, Colin stroked him experimentally. Draco hummed deep in his throat, sending a shudder through Dennis’ frame.

Dennis gasped sharply as he came, almost surprised by his own orgasm. Draco drank him down easily. Then he grabbed Colin by the necktie and kissed him forcefully. For a moment Colin struggled against the older boy’s mouth.

“Have a seat, Dennis,” Draco murmured, pushing Colin to the floor on his back. “You can watch me pleasure your brother.”

Draco fisted his hands in Colin’s shirt and pulled sharply. Buttons cascaded over the carpet. The Slytherin bit hard on the younger boy’s stomach, leaving a red mark. Colin squirmed and gasped. Draco, satisfied that he had accurately gauged Colin’s tastes, continued to mark the tender flesh. He glanced up at Dennis with a wolfish smile, then back to Colin. Draco shifted his weight until he was pressing the smaller boy to the carpet, hips tight against Colin’s. He pushed Colin’s hands to the ground beside his head, growling softly.

Colin arched against the older boy as Draco buried his teeth in the delicate throat, sucking hard to raise a livid mark. Draco ground his naked erection against Colin’s clothed one, smiling fiercely.

“Up for a second round, Dennis?” he asked, looking up at the younger brother. Dennis nodded. Draco tilted his head in invitation. Then he bent close to Colin’s ear. “Your brother’s going to fuck me now,” he whispered, rolling his hips against Colin’s. Colin shuddered wordlessly.

Dennis knelt behind Draco as the older boy guided him to his knees. He obediently licked his palm and slicked his cock.

“That’s right,” Draco purred, as he felt Dennis nudge against his opening. “I’m waiting for you.”

The younger boy rocked forward and inhaled sharply. Draco laughed. He shifted his weight until he was close over Colin once more, his hardness pressed against Colin’s. Draco slipped his hand into the older Creevey’s trousers, wrapping his fingers around the heated flesh he found there and stroking expertly.

“Oh, Dennis, I know you can do it harder than that,” Draco breathed, arching back against the other body, matching the rhythm of his hand on Colin’s cock.

Draco’s eyes never left Colin’s as he writhed and moaned under Dennis. Finally Colin could bear it no longer; he came with a shout, spraying Draco’s fingers with come. Draco chuckled and threw his head back against Dennis’ shoulder, rubbing his erection against Colin’s leg. He growled his climax a minute later, and Dennis followed. The three lay in a heap for a moment, panting. Draco extricated himself from the other boys and stood. His body glistened with sweat and come. Colin thought briefly that he would have given anything for a picture of that moment.

Colin and Dennis disentangled themselves and Dennis picked up his clothes. Draco grabbed a towel from the stack near the darkroom and wiped himself off before dressing casually.

“I suppose that takes care of your payment,” Colin said raggedly. He went into the darkroom to retrieve Draco’s photographs.

“You know, Creevey,” Draco purred, “I had the money.”

“What?”

Draco smirked. He took the folder of prints from Colin.

“I’m a Malfoy, after all. Money is no object.” He tucked the folder under his arm and bent to kiss Colin roughly. “Pleasure doing business with you.” Draco slipped out and left the two Creeveys staring after him. Dennis walked over to his brother and pushed the other boy’s mouth closed.

“Well, doesn’t that beat all,” he murmured. He smiled at Colin. “Come on, let’s clean up.”