Curse-breaking and Dragon Tears

Title: Curse-breaking and Dragon Tears
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Age Disparity: (51/25)
Summary: This wasn’t what Scorpius expected to happen once he finally got the Head Auror alone, with nothing trying to kill them.
Warning(s): BDSM (as in bondage, D/s, spanking), rimming, a smidgen of angst
Word Count: 8,400


Curse-breaking and Dragon Tears

The moment the door to the Head Auror’s office closed behind him, Scorpius knew that this wouldn’t be the usual debriefing after a job done.

Not that he knew how Harry Potter usually went about debriefing, of course. Scorpius wasn’t an Auror, after all, but a Gringotts curse-breaker, and this was the first time the Auror Department had requested his help. Other Ministry Departments had requested his assistance in the past but never the Aurors, who were notoriously wary of anybody named Malfoy.

Also, no other Department had ever required Scorpius for a debriefing before after the result of their work had been presented to the relevant superior. That was already a departure from the usual procedure, at least as far as Scorpius was concerned.

Of course, this particular job had been more difficult, not to mention more dangerous, than any other Scorpius had been consulted on.

The Department of Mysteries had somehow come into possession of a small, wooden box. Polished and highly decorated with carvings, gems, and silver linings, it looked much like the jewellery box of an old-fashioned pure-blood witch.

The seemingly innocent, pretty little box had killed two Unspeakables and hurt another, before Mysteries decided it was Auror business.

The powerful curses that protected the box had then sent two Aurors to St. Mungo’s – one of them probably permanently – before anybody had thought to consult a curse-breaker.

The one who had been requested was Scorpius Malfoy, who, at the age of only twenty-five, was Gringotts’s leading expert on Dark Magic. And while the Aurors were wary of anybody named Malfoy, they were not stupid enough to reject the help of someone who had proven himself capable of handling even the Darkest of magic.

It had taken Scorpius and Head Auror Potter thirteen days and all of their combined knowledge to dismantle the numerous and complex layers of curses on the box. When they were finally able to open it, to see what had been protected so viciously, they found the box filled with small, round jewels that glittered with a strange, liquid fire. As a Gringotts employee, Scorpius had immediately recognised them as draccondae, crystallised dragon tears. The jewels were so rare that most wizards believed they didn’t exist.

The Minister for Magic had been very well pleased with the results, and promised both Scorpius and Harry as many rewards as he could possibly give them, from Orders of Merlin, First Class to their share of the draccondae.

All in all, the job itself had been unusual, so perhaps Scorpius should not think the unexpected debriefing strange, either.

But he was pretty sure that a usual debriefing did not involve the Head Auror shooting Locking and Silencing spells at his office door the moment it had closed.

Stopping in his tracks, Scorpius blinked in wide-eyed confusion at the sudden change in the Head Auror’s cool, businesslike behaviour. He had been working with the man for almost two weeks, but never once had Mr Potter looked at him with such a focussed, almost feral expression in his eyes

‘Sir—?’ Scorpius began.

Then, there was a wand pointing straight at him and, with a panicked hitch in his breath, Scorpius scrambled for his own. But before he could even draw it, a spell hit him.

Scorpius froze. Immobilising spell, the part of his brain that was not panicking registered. Probably not standard procedure, either. Hysterical laughter stuck in his frozen chest, and then drowned in a wave of inherited paranoia.

The door was sealed. There was a Silencing Charm in place. And he couldn’t even shout for help, immobilised as he was. What was happening? What would the Head Auror be doing to him? Was this the payback for Scorpius’s attempts to flirt with him?

Scorpius thought he felt his heart break a little more.

This wasn’t what he had thought would happen when he finally got the Head Auror alone, with no cursed box around trying to kill them.

True, there had been nothing in Auror Potter’s behaviour that would have justified Scorpius’s fantasies of being pinned to the man’s desk and thoroughly ravished. And Scorpius knew that very well, because he had watched Mr Potter very closely, hoping to detect even a tiny hint that his growing interest was returned.

There hadn’t been anything.

Yes, Harry Potter had watched Scorpius work with an intense expression in his eyes, never once looking away. But that was just work; Mr Potter was making sure the box didn’t kill anybody else.

Yes, he had tackled Scorpius to the floor about five times a day. But, again, that had been done to protect Scorpius. The box had had a nasty habit of randomly firing off curses at living beings in its vicinity.

Scorpius had once complained about being pushed to the floor – he bruised easily – but Mr Potter had shrugged and simply said it was the easiest way of getting Scorpius out of the line of fire. Afterwards, Scorpius had taken to casting Cushioning Charms on every inch of the floor to prevent more bruises. The added bonus was that now he bounced a little when Mr Potter threw him down. And with Mr Potter’s body directly on top of him …

But Scorpius knew that none of this meant that Mr Potter was interested in him. He was just doing his job, and everyone knew how serious the Head Auror was about his work. Nevertheless, Scorpius had thought that, with the box dismantled and no work to distract them, he could try.

He had wanted to try, desperately wanted to try. This was more than a crush or starry-eyed hero-worship. Scorpius knew, because he’d had a crush on Harry Potter ever since that summer before his sixth year, when Mr Potter stopped mourning his dead wife and was seen dating again, and a wizard at that – and Scorpius learnt that a wizard loving another wizard in a romantic sense was possible.

But thirteen days had changed his crush into something more.

He had found out that, when excited or frustrated, Mr Potter’s swearing could make a hardened Knockturn Alley peddler blush. That Mr Potter drank strong, bitter black tea by the gallon. That he had an uncanny sense for knowing when the box would go off, or when one of Scorpius’s spells would set off another defence mechanism. That he could cast a Shield Charm strong enough to repel small objects, interdepartmental memos, and tea trays, but that the box’s curses would get through it. That his favourite way of protecting Scorpius was tackling him to the floor.

Scorpius also learnt that Mr Potter smelt nice. That his body was hard and lean under the wrinkled, dark-red robes he seemed to sleep in. And that the combination of Potter’s scent and his body made Scorpius hard so fast he got light-headed.

It was then that the crush had become something more, and Scorpius had decided to try his luck.

He flirted over tea and made sure to touch Mr Potter whenever possible. He used the bounce of his Cushioning Charms as an excuse to press closer to Mr Potter’s body. He even invited himself to the man’s lunch break and, once, to the after-work pint he occasionally shared with colleagues and friends.

But Mr Potter had never reacted in any way. And every night, when he went home from the Ministry, Scorpius’s heart became a little sadder.

But in the end, Mr Potter’s lack of reaction was what had given Scorpius a bit of hope; after all, he had never reacted negatively, either. So Scorpius had swallowed his disappointment at not being acknowledged, at not being able to elicit even the slightest reaction, and held hope that, once this was over and the last curse on the box broken, he could try again, try harder to win the attention of the man he was slowly falling in love with.

Right now, frozen by Mr Potter’s spell, the man stalking closer with a feral expression on his face, that hope seemed to vanish from the realms of possibility.

No, that wasn’t what he had expected.

He tried to open his mouth, tried to tell Mr Potter that, really, he’d only wanted to make the man notice him. But of course he couldn’t speak. And the gleam in Mr Potter’s eyes spoke of nothing good. Scorpius’s spell-frozen heart sank.

‘Well,’ he heard Mr Potter say, and then the Head Auror was standing right in front of Scorpius, so close he could feel the man’s breath on his face. ‘Well,’ he repeated, with a smug smile. ‘It would seem I’ve got you nice and tight. Hm?’

Scorpius’s Immobilised heart wanted to speed up, wanted to beat in aching terror against his ribcage. He had fantasised about being grabbed and pinned against Mr Potter’s desk. He had lain in bed, hand on cock, and fantasised about Mr Potter restraining him and ravishing him, leaving Scorpius helpless and aching with desire. In his fantasies, it had felt so good, so right.

Reality was all panic and terror that burnt his fantasies into ashes.

The only good thing about this situation was that the prickling behind his eyes couldn’t become actual tears.

Mr Potter stepped back and flicked his wand. Scorpius wanted to wince in expectation of something painful, but the spell merely jerked his hands over his head. Another flick of Mr Potter’s wand, and Scorpius’s wrists were bound. Flick, and his wrists were held immobile as if they were tied to an invisible hook.

Scorpius blinked, and then blinked again when he realised he could move. He gasped in a breath and twisted in the bonds. ‘What—?’ he began, but Mr Potter merely flicked his wand again silenced Scorpius’s voice.

‘Ah, no, Mr Malfoy,’ Mr Potter said – purred – with a wicked smile. ‘I don’t think you should be able to speak. In fact, I am very much of the opinion you ought to be silent and listen. Listen very well.’

Scorpius gaped. The words, the smile, the voice, were not what he had expected. Or rather, they were what he had wanted to expect. His brain seemed frozen as his body had been, unable to process the sudden reversal of the situation. Other parts of Scorpius’s body, though, didn’t have any trouble at all. His heart was pounding in his chest, but not from fear. His prick was twitching and slowly filling.

Mr Potter crossed his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows. ‘You look surprised, Mr Malfoy. Did you think I would let you get away with it?’

Scorpius blinked in confusion, his mind still sluggish. Get away with what?

Mr Potter tsked. ‘Don't tell me you're surprised. What exactly is it that amazes you so? That I would do this? Did you seriously expect me not to notice?’

Scorpius twitched against his restraints as his mind suddenly caught up. His eyes widened, and his cock grew hard so fast it left him a little light-headed.

Mr Potter laughed, a satisfied sound that sent shivers down Scorpius’s spine.

‘Ah, I see you’ve realised what’s going on.’ Mr Potter’s voice was deeper than usual as he added, ‘And what is going to happen. Hmmm. Naughty boys get punished.’

Scorpius instinctively moved closer to Mr Potter, opening his mouth to speak. His spell-bound wrists stopped him before he had even taken one step, and, suddenly off balance, he had to struggle to remain on his feet.

‘Tut-tut.’ Mr Potter chuckled. ‘Did you forget you were bound or was that meant to be a protest?’

Scorpius looked up, shaking his head. Not a protest, no!

Mr Potter smirked and stalked closer. ‘No, not a protest? Or no, please don’t do this? Ah, but I think I will do … whatever I like. You’ve had your time, your fun playing. Now it’s my turn. Boy.’

Scorpius moaned, but no sound came from his throat.

‘I think you like the idea.’

Before Scorpius had time to nod, there was a hand on his cock, squeezing him through his robes. God, it felt good, so good, finally to feel that hand on him! Scorpius’s knees grew weak and he gasped for air.

‘Oh, yes, someone likes the idea a lot.’ The hand squeezed him once more. ‘But perhaps that was your intention, hm? Drive me crazy so that I would just throw you over my desk and ravish you?’

Scorpius’s whole body flushed because, yes, that had been the idea. But hearing it said aloud embarrassed him.

‘And you did it so prettily.’ Mr Potter stepped back and began circling him, leaning forward to whisper into his ear, or run a hand down Scorpius’s body. ‘So very temptingly. Or did you think I hadn’t noticed? The way you looked at me through your pretty lashes. The way you smiled at me. The way you sat so close, used every opportunity to press your body against mine. How you rubbed against me when I pushed you down, or made those fucking sexy breathy little moans.’

Suddenly, he was flush against Scorpius’s back, and Scorpius could feel the hard ridge of the cock he’d been hungering for pressed against his arse. His hole twitched greedily, and he leaned back, moving his bum slightly, rubbing against the hardness.

Mr Potter moaned softly and took hold of his hips.

‘Yeah, like this,’ he said huskily, thrusting languidly against Scorpius’s pliant body. ‘Exactly like this, my pretty little minx.’

Teeth nipped gently at Scorpius’s neck, and he tilted his head forward between his stretched out arms to grant Mr Potter better access. Mr Potter moaned again but then stepped back. Scorpius cried out in protest, breath hissing from his throat.

‘Naughty boy!’ Mr Potter’s voice was stern if still a little husky. ‘Playing on the job. You need to be taught better. You made this assignment very hard for me – you made me very hard, concentrating on you when I should have been concentrating on breaking the curses on that dratted box. Very naughty, boy. I believe that deserves punishment.’

The smack was sudden and sharp even through the layers of clothes he was wearing. Scorpius jumped and felt his vocal chords vibrate in another silent moan.

‘Oh, and you played so prettily, calling me “sir” and pretending to be respectful while all the time you were doing your best to distract me, drive me crazy, make me do what you wanted. That definitively deserves punishment!’

Scorpius meant to protest that; he hadn’t been playing at being respectful, he hadn’t! But another smack derailed all thoughts of protest, warming his bottom, making his arse tingle and his cock twitch.

‘Oh, yes, punishment,’ Mr Potter purred. ‘Don’t you agree?’

All of a sudden, Scorpius could hear soft moans. It took him a while to realise that he was the one making the sounds, and a little longer to realise that this meant the Silencing Spell had been lifted.

‘S-Sir,’ he moaned and twisted his body in an attempt to look at Mr Potter.

Another smack to his bottom. His cock strained against the soft cloth of his pants.

‘I believe I asked you a question.’ There was no huskiness in that voice now; it was all Head Auror, and Scorpius shivered with need.

‘Sir, please …’

Another smack. ‘I’m waiting for an answer. You deserve punishment for being naughty, for distracting me and making me want you so much I wanked each day before I was able to leave my office. Don’t you agree?’

Another smack, and Scorpius writhed in his restraints. ‘Yes, oh, yes,’ he moaned. ‘Yes, please.’

‘Good boy,’ Mr Potter said warmly before he smacked Scorpius’s arse again. Scorpius’s body rocked gently forwards and backwards, and when he moved back, Mr Potter was suddenly standing in front of him. He pushed between Scorpius’s bound arms and stepped closer, hands grabbing Scorpius’s arse, and Scorpius found himself being soundly kissed.

He moaned into the kiss, and when his knees gave way, he let Mr Potter and his restraints take his weight. The hands on his arse tightened, pulling him forwards until his cock was touching an answering hardness. He couldn’t stop his hips from moving, searching friction, and groaned when he found it. Mr Potter’s answering sigh was incredibly arousing, and when he thrust against Scorpius in the same languid, slow motion as earlier, Scorpius felt like coming there and then.

As if he had sensed the thought, Mr Potter pulled back, causing Scorpius to whine in protest. A soft, deep chuckle blew air over his heated cheeks.

‘Please,’ he found himself begging. But Mr Potter only stepped back further, letting go of Scorpius, and Scorpius wondered whether withholding gratification would be his punishment.

‘Not yet,’ Mr Potter said softly. He smirked and nodded his head in Scorpius’s direction. ‘You, my boy, are far too dressed for the occasion. We should correct this immediately.’

And while Scorpius still blinked a little dazedly, Mr Potter’s hands reached out and began to unbutton Scorpius’s robes. He was quick, fingers moving dexterously over the complicated, tiny fastenings of Scorpius’s Gringotts robes, and in less time it than would have taken Scorpius to undress, the robes fell open, revealing the thin shirt and trousers Scorpius wore underneath.

Mr Potter gave an approving nod and ran his hands over Scorpius’s upper body through the thin, silky cloth of his shirt. The touch of the warm, strong hand felt wonderful; Scorpius sighed and leaned closer.

The hands rose to his shoulders and brushed his robes back, but with his arms raised above his head, they didn’t go far. Scorpius realised that he would have to be released for undressing and strained to find the correct words to tell Mr Potter. He had not uttered more than, ‘Please,’ when his arms were lowered and wrists unbound. The robes slid from his shoulders, and his shirt followed in quick succession. Scorpius had time to gasp once before his wrists were again bound and secured above him.

Scorpius shook his head and blinked dazedly at Mr Potter, who was regarding him with a satisfied smile. He ran his eyes over Scorpius’s body, and Scorpius could almost feel the appreciative green glance caressing his naked skin.

‘Very nice,’ Mr Potter approved softly. He ran one fingertip from Scorpius’s breastbone down to the waistband of his trousers, raising gooseflesh in its wake. Scorpius shivered; his nipples tightened.

‘Very nice,’ Mr Potter repeated. ‘You have a beautiful body. It is a pleasure to look at you, even when you are properly dressed.’

Scorpius flushed with pride and felt himself stand straighter.

Mr Potter laughed softly. ‘What a little peacock you are.’

The fingertip slid over the waistband of Scorpius’s trousers and further down, tracing the hard ridge of Scorpius’s erection. It twitched and strained towards the caress. Scorpius moaned softly.

‘A pretty little peacock, showing off how gorgeous he is. Preening in the knowledge that he will be admired.’

Scorpius hummed, eyes closing, not really listening to Mr Potter’s words, only to his voice, and revelling in the sensation of Mr Potter’s soft caress. He cried out loud, eyes flying open, when Mr Potter once more stepped away and abruptly stopped touching him.

The hard glare in Mr Potter’s eyes cut through the fog of lust that had clouded his mind. Scorpius gasped softly, instantly worried he had done something wrong, that Mr Potter would be leaving him here like this, maybe invite other Aurors in to laugh at him …

‘S-sir, I … please, I …’ he stammered, but Mr Potter cut him short.

‘I believe I promised you punishment.’ He gave Scorpius a wicked grin, and then moved out of Scorpius’s field of vision to stand behind him. Scorpius twisted to look at Mr Potter, but strong hands on his hips prevented him.

‘No. Stay. Don’t move.’

Without thinking, Scorpius obeyed, heart still racing.

‘Sir, Mr Potter, what—’

‘Silence!’

Scorpius couldn’t obey this, as the very next second his trousers and pants were suddenly yanked down to his ankles, both the action and the feeling of cloth being pulled forcefully over his sensitive cock eliciting a squeak.

‘I don’t want to hear one word from you, is that understood? I would prefer not to Silence you entirely, because I really want to hear all those lovely little noises you’re going to make, but I don’t want to hear you trying to talk. Understood?’

The question was underlined by a smack of Scorpius’s now naked butt. Scorpius jumped and opened his mouth to assure Mr Potter he understood perfectly, but then bit his lip and instead nodded frantically.

‘Good boy.’

Another smack, this one lighter, more of a tease, and then Scorpius’s feet were forced apart as wide as possible with the trousers and pants around his ankles would allow.

‘Do you think you can hold that position without straining anything?’ Mr Potter asked as he pulled Scorpius’s hips back slightly. ‘You’ll probably be standing like this for a while … under considerable duress.’

Scorpius heard the laugh in Mr Potter’s voice and turned his head, peering over his shoulder at the man kneeling behind him. What was he planning? It didn’t seem as if he meant to orchestrate some grand humiliation. But ‘considerable duress’ …?

‘Eyes front, boy! And answer my question.’

Scorpius quickly obeyed, turning to look ahead. His heart was now pounding with excitement and anticipation. He considered Mr Potter’s question carefully, wiggled a little, then nodded.

‘Good boy. Now, next rule,’ Mr Potter continued, and Scorpius had to struggle to listen to his words when suddenly there were hands on his arse, warm and calloused and gently groping. ‘And this is the important one, so pay attention.’

Scorpius moaned as fingers insinuated themselves between the cheeks and ran down his crease. How was he supposed to concentrate while Mr Potter was doing that?

‘I’ll be playing with your body, my peacock, I will make you scream and sob, I will make your body sing, and you will stand there like a good boy and take it and don’t come!’

He pressed a kiss to the small of Scorpius’s back and his fingertips traced Scorpius’s pucker. Scorpius’s breath hitched and he pressed unconsciously back against the fingertips. A sharp nip on one cheek reminded him there was a rule he had to be paying attention to. He frowned, trying to remember what Mr Potter had said, and then gasped when the words floated through his mind. He was not to come? When he was so close already, and that with Mr Potter having barely done anything?

‘Understood?’ Mr Potter demanded. Scorpius made a whining, pleading noise, shaking his head. He wanted to turn and look, to plead with his eyes, but he had been told to keep his eyes front. So he only shook his head again and twitched away from Mr Potter’s distracting fingers.

He wasn’t allowed to go far; Mr Potter wrapped one arm around Scorpius’s waist to hold him still.

‘And what does that mean?’ Mr Potter’s voice sounded stern, all Head Auror, but he was still stroking Scorpius’s entrance. The incongruity of the situation made it a little easier for Scorpius to concentrate. ‘Shaking you head, trying to get away?’

His fingertips pressed a little harder, and one slid inside Scorpius’s body. Scorpius gasped and twitched, torn between pressing closer, taking more of that finger in, and trying to get away to not lose control.

‘Ah, I see. You’re having trouble already, right?’

Scorpius moaned and nodded wildly, his hair flying around his face.

Mr Potter laughed. ‘Too bad. You’ll have to work harder then.’

His finger wiggled. Scorpius’s cock started leaking.

‘This is punishment, after all.’

And Scorpius swore that the man sounded positively gleeful. He whimpered and bit his lip, but nodded.

‘Ready, then?’

Scorpius nodded again.

‘Good boy,’ Mr Potter repeated, voice soft, and Scorpius felt a shiver of pride run down his spine. He took a deep breath and relaxed. He could do this.

Mr Potter let go of his waist and withdrew his fingers. Scorpius exhaled deeply. Mr Potter chuckled. ‘Poor mistaken peacock.’

He grabbed Scorpius’s arsecheeks and pried them apart, exposing Scorpius’s hole. Scorpius felt him lean closer, a little confused about what Mr Potter might do, and then hissed in surprise when he felt hot breath on his anus. The next second, he screamed when a hot, wet, slightly rough tongue licked the sensitive skin in one long, lazy stroke. And screamed again when the tongue repeated the move over and over.

Scorpius trembled and moaned, sagging in his restraints as his knees turned into jelly. Oh, oh greatness, how good that felt! He’d never had this done to him before, hadn’t even thought of doing it, not in all of his experimentations alone and with others. And Mr Potter was more than touching him, he was licking him and, oh, it felt so good, hot and wet and prickling through his entire body, but it couldn’t be sanitary and Mr Potter shouldn’t be doing this but, oh, please, don’t stop!

Mr Potter began varying the strokes, long and slow, and then short, quick flicks. Scorpius’s knees buckled and threatened to give out, and Potter wrapped his arm once more around Scorpius’s waist. It stabilised Scorpius so that he didn’t completely hang down from his bound wrists, but on the other hand that glorious tongue couldn’t reach him as well as before.

Scorpius whimpered and leaned forward, putting more weight on his restraints so that he could raise his arse. He was promptly rewarded by a tongue entering him. He didn’t have any breath left to scream and could only tremble and gasp.

The tongue retreated and danced teasingly over the puckered skin before plunging back in. And out again, and in, thrusting and flicking until Scorpius’s eyes rolled back in his head and his toes curled and his fingers clenched for want of being able to cling to something. He bit his lips and whined, sobbed, because how was he supposed to not come from this?

He wanted to scream and beg for mercy, for permission to come, but he wasn’t allowed to speak, and so he could only whimper and fight the orgasm as well as he could. Which wasn’t much. And it got harder – if that was possible, and Scorpius was too far gone to even appreciate the double meaning – when Mr Potter let go of the other cheek and added a finger to his tongue.

Scorpius bit the inside of his mouth so hard he tasted blood, in an attempt to keep himself from coming. But Mr Potter seemed intent on breaking him, for the finger thrust deeper and deeper, curled a little, and then touched that spot that made Scorpius shoot to the tips of his toes, crying out at the incredible sensation.

One finger became two, the tongue still teasing and dancing across the stretched opening. Scorpius thought he was going to pass out from trying to hold back. He had played this game before, but he’d always had support, a restriction on the base of his cock. This, doing this without restraint of any kind, trying to hold back on willpower alone, yes, that was punishment.

Mr Potter moved once more, withdrawing the arm that had steadied Scorpius. For a moment, he was balancing precariously on his toes, and the sudden shift of his attention from his cock to his balance helped Scorpius to regain control of both.

Only to have it shot to pieces when the now free hand sneaked between his legs, ghosted over his leaking cock, and began to fondle his balls. For a couple of seconds, Scorpius was able to hold back, but he knew the overload of sensation would prove too much very soon. He tried to warn Mr Potter but not being allowed to talk, his possibilities were limited, and a desperate whine only seemed to incite Potter further.

One final touch to his prostate, a gentle tug on his balls, and Scorpius came with a cry.

A strong hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his orgasm, and the fingers in his arse were replaced by the tongue licking his clenching hole, heightening and prolonging Scorpius’s pleasure until it became almost painful.

With the last shudder, Scorpius’s knees finally gave out, and he hung from his bound wrists, gasping and panting hard.

When he caught his breath and managed to get his knees to hold him up, he raised his head. Mr Potter was standing next to him, arms crossed in front of his chest, a disapproving expression on his face. He had taken off his Auror robes at one point, but that didn’t make him look any less authoritative.

‘You made quite a mess of my office,’ he said coolly. ‘And I distinctly remember telling you not to come.’

Scorpius flushed and lowered his eyes in shame. It didn’t matter that it had been damn near impossible for him to not come. He wanted to apologise, but Mr Potter still hadn’t given him permission to speak, and so he could only make a soft, pleading noise.

‘That’s a rule broken and a punishment shot to hell, too.’

Scorpius lowered his head, burning with the need to be able to kneel and beg for forgiveness. But his restraints kept him upright.

‘So we’ll have to find something else for punishment,’ Mr Potter concluded. Scorpius heard him move, saw the shadow out of the corner of his eyes, and then cried out at the sudden harsh sting of a series of quick slaps to his arse.

They stopped as suddenly as they had started, Mr Potter grunting with annoyance. ‘This won’t work, wrong position.’

He came forward again and, with a flick of his wand, lowered Scorpius’s arms. He grabbed Scorpius’s bound wrists, pulling him towards the desk. ‘Come.’

Scorpius tried to comply, but stumbled over his trousers and almost fell flat on his face. Mr Potter caught him, and then roughly grabbed him around the waist, lifted him off the ground, and flicked his wand again. Scorpius felt his trousers, pants, shoes, and socks slide away, leaving him entirely naked. Mr Potter set him back down and pulled him over to the desk. With a sweeping motion of his wand, Mr Potter cleared his desk, and pushed Scorpius over it, arms stretched out in front of him.

‘Stay like this,’ Mr Potter growled, and Scorpius froze in the terribly uncomfortable position. ‘Now, listen closely. You broke a rule and came when you weren’t allowed to come. It was meant as punishment, but you avoided that. Whether wilfully or not, I don’t care. Only that you did. So now you will be disciplined for breaking a rule and for avoiding earlier punishment. And it’s going to be a lot more uncomfortable as well. Understood?’

Scorpius nodded, shivering slightly. His fantasies of being bent over Mr Potter’s desk had been so strong they now made his spent cock twitch as he found himself in that very position, even though the situation wasn’t quite as he had imagined.

The thought of fulfilled fantasies was driven out of Scorpius’s mind when Mr Potter began spanking him, and this time in earnest. These blows were hard, sharp, meant to hurt. And not playfully, teasingly, like before, but real pain. This, Scorpius realised with a cry, was true corporeal punishment. Another first experience, for except the one time when he was five and his father had punished him – and Scorpius couldn’t even remember what it was he had done – no one had ever done as much as slap him. And Father had used magic, not his hand.

And, oh, it hurt. Scorpius’s arse warmed quickly, and still the blows kept coming until he felt each one radiate a sharp heat all throughout his body. He was crying and sobbing but he kept still as ordered, and then the heat changed and became almost pleasant. Still sharp but good, somehow. He began to feel as if he was glowing from the inside, like a paper lantern. His cock twitched and hardened against the edge of the desk, and not all of Scorpius’s cries were ones of pain.

The blows finally slowed down, each becoming more of a caress. Scorpius moaned at the pleasure-pain of the touch, the gentle hand on his aching arse.

‘Fuck.’

The choked exclamation made Scorpius peer over his shoulder. Mr Potter was standing to his left, one hand rubbing Scorpius’s warmed bottom, the other hand pressed against the fly of his trousers. He was flushed, his hair ruffled, and he was staring hungrily at Scorpius, the green eyes behind their glasses fairly glowing.

‘Fuck,’ he said again, sounding almost stunned. ‘Look a you! Naked and spread out like this, your arse glowing, cock hard and leaking, and— Christ, you’re hot!’

Scorpius moaned softly and wiggled under Potter’s hand. Potter’s finger slid down his crease once more, and then two were thrust into him without warning.

Scorpius cried out at the sudden intrusion, but with desire and not with pain. He pressed back, eyes fixed on Potter’s other hand, which had fumbled his trousers open and was now pulling on the most gorgeous cock Scorpius had ever seen. Scorpius licked his lips and made a hungry little sound, wiggling his arse some more. Potter moaned.

‘God, I want to fuck you,’ he whispered.

Scorpius almost rolled his eyes and whined, because what was stopping him?

‘Oh bloody hell,’ Potter groaned, and then lunged for his wand. ‘Accio lube!’

Scorpius jumped a little in surprise when a drawer in the desk slammed open and a little pot whizzed past his head into Potter’s hand. Potter slid his fingers out of Scorpius’s arse and hastily unscrewed the little pot. Motions quick, he coated his cock in the faintly sweet-smelling salve, dropping the pot in his haste.

‘Brought it here the third day after we started working together,’ he said, voice hoarse with desire. ‘Had to wank each day because of you. Better with lube.’

And then he lined his cock up and thrust into Scorpius.

They both cried out at the sensation, and Potter stilled for a second. His hands gripped Scorpius’s hips tightly, and he pulled them back, pulled Scorpius further onto his cock. Scorpius whimpered and thrust back eagerly. The hands on his hips tightened reflexively, and then Mr Potter started moving.

Scorpius braced his feet against the floor and his elbows against the desk, ready for the hard, fast thrusts. His position was extremely uncomfortable, and a tiny part of his brain kept wailing about the nearness of the desk’s hard edge to his erect cock. But his hips were held securely, preventing any accident, and Scorpius simply couldn’t have minded either way.

He was living his fantasy.

And it was so much better than he could ever have thought.

Uncomfortable position, strain on elbows and knees, pain in his flaming buttocks, and all. This was real.

He was bent over Head Auror Potter’s desk, and Potter was fucking him, filling him, holding him tightly with strong, sure hands.

Nothing and no one had ever felt so good, so right.

Scorpius was sobbing with pleasure, and then Potter changed the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly and hit Scorpius’s prostate. Scorpius gave a strangled cry, his body shuddering as stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. His knees trembled, almost giving out under him.

Potter’s hands tightened, yanked Scorpius’s arse up into the next thrust, and hit that spot again. Scorpius went to his tiptoes, head falling forwards onto the desk as his whole body arched. Potter groaned deeply and rasped a few words, but Scorpius was too far gone to hear him. He trembled on the edge of his orgasm, inside and out.

Potter moved, changing position again, holding Scorpius’s hips with only one hand, his grip so tight it was sure to leave bruises. The other hand tangled in Scorpius’s mussed up hair, pulling his head back as Potter curled around Scorpius’s back.

Scorpius whimpered and writhed under the short, snapping thrusts that nailed his prostate until he was sure he was going to pass out. Potter pulled on his hair again, tugging his head to one side, and then hot breath gusted over Scorpius’s ear. It took him a moment to realise that Potter was talking.

‘You are very close, boy, aren’t you? So close to coming it hurts. Your body is tense, dancing on the edge. You need just a little more to push you over, don’t you?’

Scorpius moaned and tried to buck his hips, his neglected cock bouncing against his stomach with a wet sound. He hadn’t even thought about coming, so lost in pleasure was he. But now that Potter had mentioned it, Scorpius could feel how hard he was, could feel the dampness of precome on his cock, feel his balls aching for release. He whimpered again.

‘Yes, you need it,’ Potter whispered in his ear, hoarse and breathless but amazingly in control of his voice. He thrust again, slow and languidly this time. Scorpius shuddered. ‘Need it so bad.’

A quick move, and Potter nailed Scorpius’s prostate again. Scorpius gasped, trembled, and more fluid leaked out of his cock.

‘You want it, want to come,’ Potter kept whispering. Another slow thrust, another quick snap of his hips; Scorpius’s toes curled. ‘Right now, don’t you?’

Scorpius gurgled and tried to nod.

Potter tugged on his hair. ‘Say it,’ he hissed, ‘tell me you want to come. Say it.’

Given permission to speak, Scorpius tired to speak, but all he managed was another gurgle that might have been a plaintive, ‘Want!’

It seemed to be enough, for Potter sped up again, moves quick and urgent, his harsh breath hot on Scorpius’s neck. Scorpius whined, desperate for a touch to his cock to bring him off, but Potter didn’t touch him. One hand at Scorpius’s hips, one in his hair, thrusting hard, still bent over Scorpius’s back, he pressed a kiss to his temple and whispered, ‘Come!’

Scorpius came.

His orgasm rose so fast he hadn’t even time to gasp before he exploded, spraying the dark wood of Potter’s desk with his spunk. His body shuddered violently, and he blacked out for a few, rapid heartbeats before he came back, gasping for air. His arms gave out and he sagged onto the desk’s smooth surface.

Dimly he was aware of Potter behind him, groaning, and warm wetness filling him. Then Potter collapsed on top of him, all hardness, heat, and panting breath. Scorpius, caught between the hard surface of the desk and Potter’s body, sighed, smiled, and closed his eyes in pure contentment.

Some time later, and far too soon for Scorpius’s liking, Potter moved. Slowly and carefully, he pulled out of Scorpius’s body and got up. Scorpius sighed again and remained where he was, enjoying the aftershocks that were still running through his body.

A rustle of clothes, and then Scorpius’s wrists were free. The sudden lifting of the tension in his arms made Scorpius groan. Reluctantly, he got his feet under him and stretched, groaning louder this time when his arse protested the motion. Merlin, he was sore.

Scorpius grinned and stretched a little more, revelling in all the small aches in his body, his still burning buttocks, and the deeper burning in his arse.

There was a hesitant touch on his shoulder. ‘I’m sorry,’ Mr Potter said softly. ‘Are you all right?’

His voice, the tentativeness, was so different from before that Scorpius raised his head in surprise to look at the man. Potter was standing next to him, dressed though still flushed, with an almost sheepish expression on his face. Scorpius blinked.

‘Sorry?’

And now the man looked guilty. ‘I, ah, I was too rough. Sorry. Are you hurt?’

Scorpius blinked, then grinned. ‘Not hurt. Sore.’ He stretched his legs and hummed. ‘’S nice.’

It was Potter’s turn to blink now. ‘You … are you sure you are all right? I was too rough.’

Scorpius shook his head, bewildered. What was Potter talking about? He hadn’t struck Scorpius as the type to worry afterwards about his performance. Or denigrate himself to fish for compliments. But he did look worried. Scorpius sighed, and then gave in. He flashed Potter a huge grin.

‘You were brilliant, sir.’

Potter flinched and looked away, running a hand through his hair. ‘It’s … I think we’re … you’re … Uh, call me Harry.’

Scorpius gave the man an incredulous stare. Everything, voice, body language, his whole demeanour had changed. What was going on here? Potter acted as if he was sorry for what had happened! As if he expected Scorpius to become angry …

Oh.

But.

Scorpius blinked. Was that even possible? Could a man who was so dominant be so … so insecure?

Well, apparently he could, from the anguished expression in Mr Potter’s eyes. Scorpius felt protective tenderness well up inside him. He got to his feet and lifted a hand to caress Mr Potter’s face.

‘I liked calling you sir,’ he said gently.

Mr Potter looked stunned. ‘You did?’

Scorpius didn’t roll his eyes like he wanted to, but fluttered his lashes instead. ‘Of course I did. I do. Why do you think I said it?’

Mr Potter blushed. ‘You were teasing me,’ he said, sounding a little questioning.

‘No, I wasn’t. Not when I was calling you sir.’ Scorpius shook his head at the surprised expression on Mr Potter’s face, and leant forwards to place a gentle kiss on one corner of his mouth. ‘Yes, I was teasing you, flirting with you because … well, you said it before, because I wanted you to throw me over your desk and have your wicked way with me.’ He grinned and winked at the stunned Head Auror, then became serious again. ‘But I wasn’t teasing when I was calling you sir.’

Mr Potter stared at him, eyes intense, searching Scorpius’s face. ‘You liked it,’ he said slowly. Something that looked an awful lot like hope began to glimmer in his eyes. ‘You … didn’t mind?’

Scorpius frowned. ‘Mind what? I already told you that I like calling you sir.’

‘Didn’t mind me treating you like … like that. Ordering you around in that fashion, hitting you …’ The hope vanished behind guilt and remorse. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t plan to be quite so … so rough. I only meant to tease you a little back because you did make it bloody hard for me, pun intended, and within days I felt like I was going out of my mind!’

He stepped away from Scorpius and ran his hand through his hair again, clearly agitated and unhappy. Scorpius opened his mouth, but Mr Potter kept talking, more rapidly now.

‘I almost let that box get you twice because I was too busy watching you instead of paying attention to what I was supposed to be doing. And you kept touching me, pressing against me whenever you could, fluttering your lashes at me with that look! I … I knew I shouldn’t push you down every time the box tried to get you, I’m sure I could have come up with something else, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to push you down, feel you wriggle against me.’

Potter stopped to take a breath and Scorpius stared, breathless at the passion in Potter’s voice and smug that his strategy had worked so well.

‘And I wanted to,’ Potter went on, talking even faster than before, as though he feared Scorpius would interrupt him at any point. ‘Wanted to pin you down with no box around trying to kill you. Wanted to act on that promise in your eyes. But I had a job to do, I couldn’t, not then, but you were driving me crazy. The only thing that kept me from doing something stupid was the thought of what I’d do to you once it was over. I had so many fantasies about what I’d do to you …’

He paused and then looked at Scorpius as if he had to force himself to meet Scorpius’s eyes.

‘But I swear, I never meant to let things go that far! I meant to bind you and tease you back, make you as mad with desire as you made me, without you being able to do anything about it. So that you had to beg me. But you reacted so beautifully, you so obviously enjoyed what I was doing … that I dared to go further. And you still obeyed, you still took everything as if you wanted it, and—’

‘Not “as if”,’ Scorpius interrupted, straightening. He had listened with great pleasure, but now he was frowning. ‘There was no “as if” about my reaction. I did want what you did to me.’

‘But—’ Potter began.

‘Did you hear me protest?’

Potter blinked, derailed, and Scorpius huffed. ‘Seriously, Harry, what in the world gave you the idea that I didn’t want what we did? You gave me my voice back, and I could have protested any time, right? And you would have stopped if I had told you no, right?’

Potter opened and closed his mouth, ran a hand through his hair again, and then nodded. ‘Yes, I … I’d at least have stopped to ask you what was wrong.’

‘There.’ Scorpius nodded triumphantly. ‘You knew what you were doing, and I wanted you to do it, so where’s the problem?’

Potter looked at him as though he couldn’t quite believe what Scorpius had said. Scorpius raised his eyebrows. Potter shook his head, looking a bit dazed.

‘You … But I did do it on purpose, you know.’

Scorpius smirked. ‘I would have been worried if you hadn’t.’

Potter flushed. ‘No, I … I made you come on purpose, that first time. I told you not to, and then did everything I could to make you come. I wanted you to … to break, I wanted to punish you for it, wanted to see your arse red from my hand—’

‘And I loved every second of it,’ Scorpius finished decisively, glossing over the one or two moments when he had panicked.

Potter closed his mouth abruptly. He looked at Scorpius the same way he had looked at the draccondae, after Scorpius had explained what the tiny jewels were. Then he crossed the distance between them with two steps and pulled Scorpius into his arms.

Scorpius immediately wrapped his own arms around Mr Potter and snuggled into the embrace. Mr Potter held him tightly, but carefully, as though Scorpius was something precious and delicate. Scorpius rather liked that. He smiled as Mr Potter ran a hand through his hair – the man seemed to have a fixation that combined fingers and hair. A happy little shiver ran down his spine when Mr Potter kissed his temple. ‘Thank God,’ Scorpius heard him whisper.

His face hidden in Mr Potter’s shoulder, Scorpius rolled his eyes. Then he frowned and looked up. ‘You know, you really shouldn’t be playing this kind of game if you aren’t sure of yourself, and what you’re doing.’ He grimaced and huffed, then glared up at Potter. ‘And I really shouldn’t be the one telling you that.’

Mr Potter kissed him. When he lifted his head again, his face looked softer, and his eyes were bright. ‘I know,’ he said softly. ‘And I do know what I’m doing. You aren’t the first one I’ve … played this game with, if you want to put it that way.’

His smile vanished, and he looked much more serious now, and a little sad as he went on, ‘I have had several submissive partners. But generally it appears that my kind of dominance isn’t what they were looking for. None of my earlier partners were exactly … pleased with what I did. One or two said I was too rough. All of them said they couldn’t … that we weren’t right together.’

Oh, and there was a world of hurt behind those green eyes. Scorpius bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from doing something stupid, like crying. He managed an arrogant shrug. ‘Their loss, my gain.’ But something suddenly occurred to him, and he looked up, stomach twisting. ‘That is … this wasn’t just a one time thing, was it? You’d … you’d like to … do it again, yes?’

Mr Potter kissed him, almost brutally. Scorpius threw his arms around Mr Potter’s … Sir’s neck and kissed back. His stomach de-twisted, and then re-twisted with happiness and desire.

‘God, yes,’ Mr Potter breathed against his lips, kissed him again, and then looked at him. His green eyes were brilliant. Slowly, he raised a hand and caressed Scorpius’s cheek. ‘You are amazing. I … I’ve never met anyone like you.’

That was so ridiculous that, despite his alarmingly sappy state of mind, Scorpius pulled back. ‘Of course you haven’t!’ He pulled free of the embrace, then leant against the desk, striking a pose, displaying his still naked body. He raised his head just so and, with a supercilious smile, said, ‘I am unique.’

Mr Potter laughed. ‘That you are.’ His eyes ran down Scorpius’s body, full of appreciation. ‘That you are, my pretty peacock.’

Scorpius huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘I’m not a peacock. They make hideous noises.’ He pouted. ‘You said you like the noises I make.’

A cleaning spell tingled over his body, and then Mr Potter handed him his pants and trousers.

‘Not a peacock, then,’ he said, grinning. ‘Since you are much prettier by far, anyway.’

Scorpius sighed and began dressing. ‘Thank you, sir, I suppose.’

‘You suppose?’

‘Girls are pretty.’ Scorpius gave Mr Potter a hard look. ‘I’m not a girl.’

Mr Potter’s eyes slid over Scorpius’s body. ‘I know you aren’t.’

Scorpius huffed and looked around for his shirt. ‘Men aren’t pretty.’

The next moment, he was wrapped in Mr Potter’s arms again, and the man was looking down at Scorpius with an expression in his eyes that made Scorpius’s heart race suddenly.

‘Gorgeous, then,’ Mr Potter said softly. ‘My gorgeous dragon tear. Beautiful, precious, and so rare I thought you were a legend.’

Scorpius blinked, then lowered his eyes.

‘Yes, please,’ he said with a broad grin. ‘Sir.’

END.