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I have alwas had a specil place for R/D in my heart because they were my first OTP and the potential for angry!sex is phenomenal. But... They've always been a little too complex for me, but the recent shortage of R/D made me go, 'Huh.' So. Drabbles, with the prompts courtesy of the rondracodrabble community on LJ. Big thanks to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
kaalee, sexyscholar and tarie who keep the comm alive, even after it all ended!
Title: After Work
Author:scary_sushi
Prompt: 'If'
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 100
A/N: I hope this stands well enough on its own: they should both be long out of school when this takes place.
“Malfoy, are you drunk?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Weasley. I’m just slightly inebriated.” Draco paused, eying the Weasel thoughtfully. “If we hadn’t been,” Draco licked his lips, “acquainted… Do you suppose you-- we--”
Weasley’s searing look brought him up short.
“I’d have bought you a drink. I’d have kissed you… bruised your bloody white skin. I’d have bitten your nipples, made them erect. I’d have sucked you dry.” The blue eyes seemed black. “I’d have fucked you through the mattress, long and hard and deep.”
“What if I'd wanted to fuck you?” Draco rasped.
“I’d have spread my legs for you.”
Title: Sober
Author:scary_sushi
Prompt: Tea
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Malfoy never tasted like anything but tea. Bland and a little boring, tepid when Ron licked it of the colourless lips. But then Malfoy’s tongue would snake out and the tea was drowned by something fragrant and strong and refined that made Ron loose his head.
Malfoy always remarked acidly on how Ron sucked his tongue more than any other part of him. Ron couldn’t tell him it was in hopes the Earl Grey flavour disappeared and Draco tasted again like the brandy of their first night.
Ron hated Malfoy sober. It made his morning headaches always pound with guilt.
Title: Shock
Author:scary_sushi
Prompt: Brothers
Rating: G~PG
Word Count: 100
A/N: I might be spamming the community. Sorry?
“Weasley. Stop wallowing this instant; you give us Aurors a bad name. You drunkard.”
“But… Percy!” Ron wailed into his fourth –or was it sixth?- glass of Firewhiskey. “And bloody Oliver Wood! They couldn’t stand each other in school… Perce’s married!”
“So are you. And the correct term regarding your brother would be ‘soon-to-be-divorced-for-frolicking’.”
“Wood’s a bloke!”
“So am I,” Malfoy pointed out evenly, eyes fixed on the burnished amber of his drink as he settled next to Ron in the seedy, dimly lit pub.
It took Ron three hangover potions to clearly register Malfoy’s words of the night before.
Title: Assets
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Girly
Rating: G (?)
Word Count: 100
“Weasley, what are you doing?”
Ron hummed a little, his hand holding the greasy pencil steadily. “Why, catching your culprit, Malfoy.” He paused, blinking slowly. “How do I look?”
Malfoy stared. Gulped. Finally snapped. “Why does catching him involve you masquerading as--”
“He’s a Muggleborn member of a night-club called G.A.Y. What do you think I’m doing?”
Driving me insane, Malfoy thought. Rons’ eyes were wide and blue and blistering, peering under wet hair turned auburn, black kohl smudged around the lengthened eyelashes.
Eyeliner is for women, eyeliner is for women… How unfortunate Draco was failing abysmally at convincing himself.
Title: X :)
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Spell (closest equivalent to 'potion.' It could be considered as non-prompt too, I suppose.)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
A/N: The title refers to our own little recreational happy pills.
“Shut up and just do it, Weasley.”
“Malfoy, you won’t even look at me. You’re bloody waiting, staring at my c… I just-- I can’t.”
“I’m lying beneath you. Beneath you, Weasley. Let us not discuss who can’t get it up.”
That was the wrong thing to say. As Draco lay panting, Weasley’s warm mouth everywhere and his body shuddering under large and calloused hands that felt too knowledgeable to be doing this for the first time, he dimly thought he should test his developing aphrodisiacs on more than one Auror.
One had to ensure indiscriminate rutting wouldn’t happen, after all.
Title:Insatiable
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Beast
Rating: PG-13~R
Word Count: 100
His skin is silky. Smooth, freckled at random intervals like negatives of stars dotting night skies. Good lord, he has pushed me to Muggle imagery, Draco thinks. He wants to be enraged. Fuming. Incensed. He truly wants to.
“I want to have you again.”
The heat shooting down his stomach makes his body hair stand on end. I’m tired… I’ve work tomorrow. Don’t you as well? Stupid Weasel. Stupid, strong, beautiful Weasel with long fingers that caress him inside and out. “Don’t tease then,” Draco gasps. Then spasms again. And again.
Dawn breaks. Draco as well.
“Enough, please. Ron, please.”
Title: The Worst
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Shattered
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
“Please sit, Mr. Malfoy. Healer Phillips will be with you shortly.”
Draco sits in one of the two chairs in the barren room, the walls painted light blue and it’s almost soothing. He doesn’t fidget, hands perfectly still in his lap.
He wants to be as far from here as magically possible, but this has become unavoidable.
“Mr. Malfoy, come in. This concerns your child, does it not? We might help shed some light on Non-Magical children....”
Phillips’s words fade-- Weasley in the room makes Draco’s heart drop. The understanding rictus as the red-haired man turns away makes him choke.
Title: Silence
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Hallway encounters
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100
A/N: I feel very naughty doing this at work.
Malfoy is so fucking silent it pisses Ron off almost as much as it turns him on.
It pisses him off because Malfoy’s bloody mouth can never stay shut, ever, at any time. It figures he’d be silent whenever Ron corners him and wanks him and brings him off in hidden corners.
Tosser.
But it turns Ron on even more because Malfoy doesn’t moan. No, he whimpers, small distressing sounds that crest when he shoots stringy come into Ron’s hand and towards his stomach, stifled sounds that bring Ron to the edge twice as fast when he manages to listen.
Title: Dressing Up
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: glam
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 (actually, MS Word is insane: it tells me I have 99 words, then when I add only one, the count goes up to 101. So.. We can consider it 100?)
Long limbs were clad in smooth, dark fabric. The shirt seemed to be grey silk, the trousers finely spun cotton and woven wool. Hands peeked out from under perfectly tailored sleeves and shockingly white flashes of skin played hide-and-seek with the straight hem of the expensive trousers.
Weasley wasn’t wearing socks.
His ankles were bony and delicate, at odds with his solid frame, the skin pulled taut over muscles and tendons, seemingly see-through, constrained by polished dress shoes and costly trousers. Every step revealed then blanketed that skin again.
Weasley was positively indecent.
Draco had never been as hard.
Title: Eye Candy
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: frustration
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
“Hugo, enough. You know Rose’s leaving for Hogwarts. Remember the letter?” The eight-year-old boy just sniffles. “Well then, son,” Ron kneels and cups the tear-streaked face, “why don’t we wave to the train, then get some candy? Any kind you like.”
“I wan’ pretty candy,” Hugo mumbles. “Pretty candy, jus’ like-- Oooh.” Hugo’s eyes widen the size of saucers. He ambles away, walking towards the other end of the platform, cutting off another eleven-year-old. Ron comes fast enough to hear, “Pretty... Is there candy like you?”
“Weasley, your spawn is pawing my child.”
Yes, ever too pretty indeed.
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