Fic: Anything Goes
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starduchessHere is my drunken entry for the August one-year anniversary of Firewhiskeyfic! All typos are left in for your amusement.
Title: Anything Goes
Author: starduchess
Pairing(s)/Characters: DracoNeville
Challenge: Dog Days of Summer and Las Vegas
Rating/Warnings: NC-28, hot male sex action
Word count: 1942, Columbus sailed th ocean blue....
Summary: Draco lands in Neville’s new neck of the woods, err, desert.
Author's Notes: oh, god, this is aweful. read at your own risk. it took two nights of drinking to finsh. hope you at least appreciate the effort. :)
Okay, here we go. One beer down. will have to go for coffee liquor or irish cream ssoon. ;)
ooohhh, drunk!fic not!fic would that be okay? no? alright regular fic. you people need to get out more.
Neville walked through the corridors of the massaive Vegas hotel carrying, of course, a plant. What else would Neville be carrying? Sword of Gryffindor perhaps. But he’s plant boy, so of course he’d be bcarrying a plant. We all adore Neville’s green thumb and hsi bravery and his dance skills and he gets to use all three in Vegas. Once he graduated from Howgarts after the war, the city hired him to direct all their vegatarian efforts adn continue to beautiyf the city. As a perk he gets to eat for free at the clubs and gamble and party on his nights.
Like ntonight. I’ts bee n a busy summer, Unbelievably hot, especially to somone who came from Enlgand Scotland to over 100 gdegree weather. At least it’s a dry heat. So he watlzeds into a bar and ordered a sherry. Yeah, he likes the fruity drinks, nice and sugary. Butterpbeer is al right but firewhisky just burns; he’d rather have a pleasant taste in his bmouth.
He sat there drinking, scannin the crowds for any hot arse he could fined (male ofr female = deoesn’t matter to him), when in walks a blond god. Impecibly dressed, conificdent stance, beautiful build, this man is ogorgeous.
Tossing back the last of his drink , Neville gets up and strides over to the god., plant now forgotten. “Hellow. Can I help you find something?”
The other turns around with an air to quickl y either get rid of the offender or order them about,. but it quickly turns into a scowl as his eyes fall on Neville. Gorgeos grey eyes. NO longer filled with the hatried and prejudice of his youth. The scowl is challenging, not angry. “Longbottom.”
“Malf -- Draco, hoaw are you?”
Draco’s eyebrows went up in ssurprise ast being addressed so familiarly from one of his former enemies, but it was a good opening. “I am well -- no no, that doesn’t sound like Draco, try ‘“Well as to be as ecxpected when bmeetin gyou again, Lognbottom.”
Neville gives a soft cheuckle at that, but never takes his eyes of Draco. “have you been in the city long?”
“Just arrived yesterday, not that it’s any of your business.”
Neville shrugged. “True but it does mean that you mihgt need a guide around the place.”
“Are you seriously proposing or just rtrying to hasten me off the property.” His eyes bored into Neville’s both challenging and einviting.
“No woool, just a withs wish to help a fellow attractive wizard out. There are a lot of amazing sights in thVegas some of which might be missed by a casual passer by.”
Draco walks forward into Neville’s personal space. “And you would know of all the hottests spots, would you?” Neville could feel Draco’s breath againset his skin and gathering his Gryffindor courage, says, “Yeah, all of them.” God, cheeziest line ever.
Draco continues the challegne with “And where would the first of these be?”
Neveille swallosw and s motions over to the left. “This eway, sifr. Follwo me.”
He turns and awalked out of the casino to the blacklight building next door. This one was a casino, bowling alley, inside putt-tputt goldf, and dance club all rolled into one and everything was in neon glowing colours. He sensed Draco’s hesitation at entering such a bawdy place, b so turned around and proceeds backward. “It’s fine. the whle scity is just for show, yeas? But ithins is where ethe good times begin to happen.” He lead the blodn into the clucb aroea, and b onto the cdance floor.
The music is fast adn Neville pulls draco into the swing beat, taking the traditional male lead. Draco is light on his feet and follows all the lead cues without a hitch, wihich is surpriseing as even most agay men have trouble with the traditional woman’s part. Maybe draco hould have been a girld. oooh, cross-dreassing kink! or gender-confusion kink or somethign like that... :)
Dammit I’m goin to make this like not!fic anyway. Put up with it lusheds!
Anyway, they finish one dance, two at the fast pace and then a slow rmantic some song comes on. Neville isn’t sure if Draco will accept a slow dance, but one look at the conitinual challenge on D’s face and Neville is sure that this is okay. He pulled Draco in close and gentrly swayed them to the beat, his hands on D’s waist and D’s arms around his neck. It’s very intimate.
Neville finds it odd that he’s met the Slytherin again and mbeen so turned on by him now. draco still seemed like a haughty arrogant SOB, but was somehow more open to new wexperiences. Neville wondered if those would all include him.
An even more sultry piece came on next, and Neville dedicided to just go for the gold. He pulled Draco in tighter, his hands now bgrabbing at Draco’s arse, and ground hteir hips together. He was pleased to not e the hard bldge in D’s trousers (aren’t we all glad for that buldge?) and put his forehead against D’s. This was good so good. Their noses almost touched; their lips fwere a berath away; their eyes wer sparking with arousal. Neville kept their hips throusting in ad hout with the music as he tilted his head and reached for the kiss.
Coming away paniting , harder than ever befre, he saw Hermione Granger come up and tap him on the dshoulder.’
“Just what are you two doing?”
“M’ione! I s there something am wrong with the casino’s sequrity?”
“NO, not yet. I just thogught you might need some help with Malfoy.”
Neville blushed at the innuendo, but was also updset at there suggestion. “Are you implying that Malfoy might do soemthing lillegal?”
“She eyed him warely. “Uhm, no. But just being interviewed is taxing and here you are full blown haveing to tdeal with him.”
“Excuse us,” Draco cut in. “WE are busy! You are being inredibly RUDE.”
“Yes, I can see that you are … busy. “ She turned to neville. “Nead anything, just holler. And if you want someone more trustworth than him,” she tudgged her head in Draco’s direction, “all you have to do is call me!”
Neville looksed sheepish, bt Draco’s was livid. “Fuck off , Granger. Go piss on womeone else’s tree, or trouser leg as the case may be.:”
Hermione gave him her disgusting stare and huffed away.
“Fucking, coc-k-blocker. It’s not wonder she hasn’t been laid.” (Sorry Hermione! I still ove yo and will get you with Draco some day@).(just not in this fic).
Neville was okay with that rather truthful statement. Hermoine had always been a bit prudish.
But we shouldn’t be thinging about bthat. Neville brought Draco pback closer and wihsipered in his eye, “There are much more … quiet locations to see.”
“I’m very much intersted in those.” Draco’s face was lustful.
Draco pulled away and had Neville lead him out the loud casino into the dargens some sicx buklldings and two streets over. Neville himself had worked on this garden, putting in the most sensual of magical plants. Some gave off a pleasant odor, some timnckling with lights, some casting musical songs in tune with the nearest man’s desiers. Neville puleed Draco to a bench and continued snogging hi,m.
Draco was very good kisser and soon they were rutting against heach other. D pulled away just for a moment and asked, “What are the rules of mutual interest here?”
Neville knew what he was asking and said, “this is sin city. anything goes.”
Delighted with this anser, D continued snogging him. Sports jackets and shirts were removed, the aire hardly affecting them as the heat had abated a little druing their dancing. Hands explored all over their bared chests, Neville with large areas of thinck brown hair, broad sholders and thick muscles; Draco with almost no hair, just blond downy softness and a lythe but toned phsych.e. Neville touched the small nipples to hear a mild gasp come from D. Encouraged, he then licked the nipple nda bit down lightly. D shuddered above him.
Their hips had a mind of it’s own and just went to touwn dry hupmping each other . This wans’t quite wahat Nevilee had in mind (thought what that was supposed to be at the dstart of this fic, this author doesn’t know/rememeber), so he reaches for the belt and butckle and button and zipper. [three b’s and a z, well, at least there’s some aliteration here. :)]
Draco takes the hint and workds on Neville’s closthes. Soon they are close to being neakeid except that their trousers and pants are at their ankles and their shoes and socks oare still on. This doesn’t seem to bother them, much, as they frot against one another.
It doesn pose a nittle problem upon the actual fucking. Neville turns them over so Draco is sitting one the bench, smells of sweet frut and dark, husky sandalswood mix with African drum beats and violin strings in a teasing, sexcy slow style. More kissing happens as they rub deliciously against each other, but then N eville attempst to push D’s letgs apart and their colothing restricts them. He tries putting one lefg above the other or bending one at the knee to push aside, but the trousers pull awkwardly.
“Just fucking nabanish them, Longbottom,” Draco snarls.
Feeling stupid, Dr Nevile takes his wand and banishes thir clothing to a cornder of the gazebo. With much more ease, N opens D up and strokes his phalus and bollocks and then proceeds to his destination. Draco may have come to Vegas, but Neville is going to take him too the stars! OMG, more cheese!
He fingers Draco’s hole while kissing him soundly and still rubbing cocks together. When D begins mewling under him, bucking and whimpering in ter turn., Neville knows it’s time. He moves his cock down below and pushes gently. Draco tenses for a second then shouts a little as the head of Neville’s penuis goes inside. After a moment of waiting, D relaxes and nods to Neville to continue.
Dammit stiupid mouse! Quit hightlight everything and deletina ll my hard work! Okay fixesd. Where were we? Oh, eas....
Neville pushes inch by inch inside Draco all the while giving him kisses to ease the pain. He was soon fully inside and both twere panting. “This benh is a little uncomfortable,” Draco says.
“I’ll fix that,” Nevilled says. He pushes Draco sideways so that his back ends up on the bench with Neville afbvehim. “Better”
D nods his head. “Think so.”
“Good,” he says, then thrusts in hard . Draco moans in appreciation. The pace becomes almos t bruising, and Neville is sure D will have splinters inhis back in themorning, but neither man seem to care. The heat between them rivals the outside hair air and they build up to a n explosion. Draco comes all over the bench and Neville comes neatly i n Draco.
“Is that all the sightseeing all get?” Draco asakes after a minute of cooldown.
“Oh, this trip has aonly just begun,” answers Neville. He’s sure he’ll keep d intertained all during his stay, and hopfelully long after as well.
Onay, done! Good griedf that took forever to write. I hate being sleepy drunk.
Good night everythione. and every bgood blessing to the comm for its anniversayr!
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Title: Anything Goes
Author: starduchess
Pairing(s)/Characters: DracoNeville
Challenge: Dog Days of Summer and Las Vegas
Rating/Warnings: NC-28, hot male sex action
Word count: 1942, Columbus sailed th ocean blue....
Summary: Draco lands in Neville’s new neck of the woods, err, desert.
Author's Notes: oh, god, this is aweful. read at your own risk. it took two nights of drinking to finsh. hope you at least appreciate the effort. :)
Okay, here we go. One beer down. will have to go for coffee liquor or irish cream ssoon. ;)
ooohhh, drunk!fic not!fic would that be okay? no? alright regular fic. you people need to get out more.
Neville walked through the corridors of the massaive Vegas hotel carrying, of course, a plant. What else would Neville be carrying? Sword of Gryffindor perhaps. But he’s plant boy, so of course he’d be bcarrying a plant. We all adore Neville’s green thumb and hsi bravery and his dance skills and he gets to use all three in Vegas. Once he graduated from Howgarts after the war, the city hired him to direct all their vegatarian efforts adn continue to beautiyf the city. As a perk he gets to eat for free at the clubs and gamble and party on his nights.
Like ntonight. I’ts bee n a busy summer, Unbelievably hot, especially to somone who came from Enlgand Scotland to over 100 gdegree weather. At least it’s a dry heat. So he watlzeds into a bar and ordered a sherry. Yeah, he likes the fruity drinks, nice and sugary. Butterpbeer is al right but firewhisky just burns; he’d rather have a pleasant taste in his bmouth.
He sat there drinking, scannin the crowds for any hot arse he could fined (male ofr female = deoesn’t matter to him), when in walks a blond god. Impecibly dressed, conificdent stance, beautiful build, this man is ogorgeous.
Tossing back the last of his drink , Neville gets up and strides over to the god., plant now forgotten. “Hellow. Can I help you find something?”
The other turns around with an air to quickl y either get rid of the offender or order them about,. but it quickly turns into a scowl as his eyes fall on Neville. Gorgeos grey eyes. NO longer filled with the hatried and prejudice of his youth. The scowl is challenging, not angry. “Longbottom.”
“Malf -- Draco, hoaw are you?”
Draco’s eyebrows went up in ssurprise ast being addressed so familiarly from one of his former enemies, but it was a good opening. “I am well -- no no, that doesn’t sound like Draco, try ‘“Well as to be as ecxpected when bmeetin gyou again, Lognbottom.”
Neville gives a soft cheuckle at that, but never takes his eyes of Draco. “have you been in the city long?”
“Just arrived yesterday, not that it’s any of your business.”
Neville shrugged. “True but it does mean that you mihgt need a guide around the place.”
“Are you seriously proposing or just rtrying to hasten me off the property.” His eyes bored into Neville’s both challenging and einviting.
“No woool, just a withs wish to help a fellow attractive wizard out. There are a lot of amazing sights in thVegas some of which might be missed by a casual passer by.”
Draco walks forward into Neville’s personal space. “And you would know of all the hottests spots, would you?” Neville could feel Draco’s breath againset his skin and gathering his Gryffindor courage, says, “Yeah, all of them.” God, cheeziest line ever.
Draco continues the challegne with “And where would the first of these be?”
Neveille swallosw and s motions over to the left. “This eway, sifr. Follwo me.”
He turns and awalked out of the casino to the blacklight building next door. This one was a casino, bowling alley, inside putt-tputt goldf, and dance club all rolled into one and everything was in neon glowing colours. He sensed Draco’s hesitation at entering such a bawdy place, b so turned around and proceeds backward. “It’s fine. the whle scity is just for show, yeas? But ithins is where ethe good times begin to happen.” He lead the blodn into the clucb aroea, and b onto the cdance floor.
The music is fast adn Neville pulls draco into the swing beat, taking the traditional male lead. Draco is light on his feet and follows all the lead cues without a hitch, wihich is surpriseing as even most agay men have trouble with the traditional woman’s part. Maybe draco hould have been a girld. oooh, cross-dreassing kink! or gender-confusion kink or somethign like that... :)
Dammit I’m goin to make this like not!fic anyway. Put up with it lusheds!
Anyway, they finish one dance, two at the fast pace and then a slow rmantic some song comes on. Neville isn’t sure if Draco will accept a slow dance, but one look at the conitinual challenge on D’s face and Neville is sure that this is okay. He pulled Draco in close and gentrly swayed them to the beat, his hands on D’s waist and D’s arms around his neck. It’s very intimate.
Neville finds it odd that he’s met the Slytherin again and mbeen so turned on by him now. draco still seemed like a haughty arrogant SOB, but was somehow more open to new wexperiences. Neville wondered if those would all include him.
An even more sultry piece came on next, and Neville dedicided to just go for the gold. He pulled Draco in tighter, his hands now bgrabbing at Draco’s arse, and ground hteir hips together. He was pleased to not e the hard bldge in D’s trousers (aren’t we all glad for that buldge?) and put his forehead against D’s. This was good so good. Their noses almost touched; their lips fwere a berath away; their eyes wer sparking with arousal. Neville kept their hips throusting in ad hout with the music as he tilted his head and reached for the kiss.
Coming away paniting , harder than ever befre, he saw Hermione Granger come up and tap him on the dshoulder.’
“Just what are you two doing?”
“M’ione! I s there something am wrong with the casino’s sequrity?”
“NO, not yet. I just thogught you might need some help with Malfoy.”
Neville blushed at the innuendo, but was also updset at there suggestion. “Are you implying that Malfoy might do soemthing lillegal?”
“She eyed him warely. “Uhm, no. But just being interviewed is taxing and here you are full blown haveing to tdeal with him.”
“Excuse us,” Draco cut in. “WE are busy! You are being inredibly RUDE.”
“Yes, I can see that you are … busy. “ She turned to neville. “Nead anything, just holler. And if you want someone more trustworth than him,” she tudgged her head in Draco’s direction, “all you have to do is call me!”
Neville looksed sheepish, bt Draco’s was livid. “Fuck off , Granger. Go piss on womeone else’s tree, or trouser leg as the case may be.:”
Hermione gave him her disgusting stare and huffed away.
“Fucking, coc-k-blocker. It’s not wonder she hasn’t been laid.” (Sorry Hermione! I still ove yo and will get you with Draco some day@).(just not in this fic).
Neville was okay with that rather truthful statement. Hermoine had always been a bit prudish.
But we shouldn’t be thinging about bthat. Neville brought Draco pback closer and wihsipered in his eye, “There are much more … quiet locations to see.”
“I’m very much intersted in those.” Draco’s face was lustful.
Draco pulled away and had Neville lead him out the loud casino into the dargens some sicx buklldings and two streets over. Neville himself had worked on this garden, putting in the most sensual of magical plants. Some gave off a pleasant odor, some timnckling with lights, some casting musical songs in tune with the nearest man’s desiers. Neville puleed Draco to a bench and continued snogging hi,m.
Draco was very good kisser and soon they were rutting against heach other. D pulled away just for a moment and asked, “What are the rules of mutual interest here?”
Neville knew what he was asking and said, “this is sin city. anything goes.”
Delighted with this anser, D continued snogging him. Sports jackets and shirts were removed, the aire hardly affecting them as the heat had abated a little druing their dancing. Hands explored all over their bared chests, Neville with large areas of thinck brown hair, broad sholders and thick muscles; Draco with almost no hair, just blond downy softness and a lythe but toned phsych.e. Neville touched the small nipples to hear a mild gasp come from D. Encouraged, he then licked the nipple nda bit down lightly. D shuddered above him.
Their hips had a mind of it’s own and just went to touwn dry hupmping each other . This wans’t quite wahat Nevilee had in mind (thought what that was supposed to be at the dstart of this fic, this author doesn’t know/rememeber), so he reaches for the belt and butckle and button and zipper. [three b’s and a z, well, at least there’s some aliteration here. :)]
Draco takes the hint and workds on Neville’s closthes. Soon they are close to being neakeid except that their trousers and pants are at their ankles and their shoes and socks oare still on. This doesn’t seem to bother them, much, as they frot against one another.
It doesn pose a nittle problem upon the actual fucking. Neville turns them over so Draco is sitting one the bench, smells of sweet frut and dark, husky sandalswood mix with African drum beats and violin strings in a teasing, sexcy slow style. More kissing happens as they rub deliciously against each other, but then N eville attempst to push D’s letgs apart and their colothing restricts them. He tries putting one lefg above the other or bending one at the knee to push aside, but the trousers pull awkwardly.
“Just fucking nabanish them, Longbottom,” Draco snarls.
Feeling stupid, Dr Nevile takes his wand and banishes thir clothing to a cornder of the gazebo. With much more ease, N opens D up and strokes his phalus and bollocks and then proceeds to his destination. Draco may have come to Vegas, but Neville is going to take him too the stars! OMG, more cheese!
He fingers Draco’s hole while kissing him soundly and still rubbing cocks together. When D begins mewling under him, bucking and whimpering in ter turn., Neville knows it’s time. He moves his cock down below and pushes gently. Draco tenses for a second then shouts a little as the head of Neville’s penuis goes inside. After a moment of waiting, D relaxes and nods to Neville to continue.
Dammit stiupid mouse! Quit hightlight everything and deletina ll my hard work! Okay fixesd. Where were we? Oh, eas....
Neville pushes inch by inch inside Draco all the while giving him kisses to ease the pain. He was soon fully inside and both twere panting. “This benh is a little uncomfortable,” Draco says.
“I’ll fix that,” Nevilled says. He pushes Draco sideways so that his back ends up on the bench with Neville afbvehim. “Better”
D nods his head. “Think so.”
“Good,” he says, then thrusts in hard . Draco moans in appreciation. The pace becomes almos t bruising, and Neville is sure D will have splinters inhis back in themorning, but neither man seem to care. The heat between them rivals the outside hair air and they build up to a n explosion. Draco comes all over the bench and Neville comes neatly i n Draco.
“Is that all the sightseeing all get?” Draco asakes after a minute of cooldown.
“Oh, this trip has aonly just begun,” answers Neville. He’s sure he’ll keep d intertained all during his stay, and hopfelully long after as well.
Onay, done! Good griedf that took forever to write. I hate being sleepy drunk.
Good night everythione. and every bgood blessing to the comm for its anniversayr!
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