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Unlikely Encounters	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Not mine, either of them. Making no money off of this.
Warning: Slash. Male on male sexual situations. Very male on male. NC-17. Under age. You have been warned.
Dedication: For Kitten. I've incorporated three of your favorites things. Draco in make up, Sirius in tight jeans, and alley sex.
Author's Note: This is just pure PWP. (Porn without Plot) It just sort of came to me, and I've been liking the idea of a feminine Draco, so I wrote this. It's just some fun, nothing deep or intense. No flames, please. Be kind, all right? I love my odd pairings! Anyway, hope you all enjoy this.

Unlikely Encounters
Draco Malfoy wrapped his cloak carefully about him, making sure no hint of his clothing shown through. His father her would never let him out of the house if he saw what his son was wearing, especially since he thought Draco was going to be spending the night with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Heading out now, Daddy!" Draco called, as soon as he was at the front door. He wanted to avoid his father. He slipped out before Lucius could answer, darting down the drive as quickly as possible. His black cloak flared out behind him as his long, lean legs threw him out onto the street beyond the manor. He stopped to catch his breath, doubling over and panting hard. Looking back and forth, he made sure no one was around. He took a small mirror out of his pocket, and a flat round light. Crouching down, he took out a few more items, and began laying them out.
"Violet tonight." He said to himself, applying the powder to his eyelids. He made sure it was strait, before moving onto rouge and lip color. When he was satisfied, he put everything away and straitened up. He rolled his shoulders, and cracked his neck, before slipping his hand in his pocket to close around a small round object. It had been a gift from his father, and it allowed him to practice magic outside of school without being caught. He already knew how to Apparate, even if he hadn't taken his test yet. But what the Ministry didn't know, couldn't hurt them.
He closed his eyes, Appareting to an alley behind a rather unknown club in Muggle London. His father would have an aneurysm if he knew where his son was, or what he was doing. Taking off his cloak, he folded it neatly and placed a protective charm on it so it wouldn't be seen. He ran his hands over his form, knowing he looked quite delectable in a form hugging black T-shirt and tight, low riding flared jeans. And with his subtle make up, he was certain to be picked up.
He walked around to the front of the club, and smoothed back his pale blond hair. He sauntered up to the entrance, knowing he wouldn't be stopped. It wasn't a big enough club that they cared about age. He walked past the one door guard and into the dimly lit interior.
Draco sighed, eyes scanning the crowd, looking over tonight's choices. There was generally at least one prospect, sometimes two or three. At the very least, he'd get a few free drinks.
No one at the bar, he ruled all of them out immediately. Either too old, or too feminine. He liked his men masculine, and dominant. Which was why he tended to play up his more feminine features. His eyes turned to the tables. He hated muggle clubs, because it meant he ended up shagging muggles. But it was better then getting caught. He didn't feel like his sex life being splashed across the front page of the Dailey Prophet. He had enough trouble keeping his sexuality a secret from his father, let alone the rest of the wizarding world.
"Well, well, well." Draco muttered to himself, grey eyes falling on the form of a very good looking man sitting in the back. Draco licked his lips, taking in wavy black hair that looked very touchable, tanned complexion, square jaw, and a body strait off of a romance novel. He had found his target for the night. He shook his head, making sure his hair was properly tousled, jutted out his bottom lip just a bit, and sauntered over. When he had reached the table, he sucked in his breath, eyes widening. The night had just gotten ten times more interesting.
"I know who you are." Draco said, a small smile playing about his thin lips. He didn't bother with a preface,
"Oh?" The black haired man looked up, dark eyes amused. He looked Draco over quickly, chuckling softly. "Do you?"
"Yes, I do." Draco tossed his head, voice taking on the self satisfied tone he used when answering a difficult question correctly. "You're the traitor, the one who got the Potters killed. Only it wasn't really you, it was Pettigrew."
The black haired man's eyes lost all amusement.
"You don't know what you're talking about. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do." Draco said, sinking casually into a chair across from Sirius Black. "You should have just said that you didn't know what you were talking about. It would have been a bit more believable."
"Who are you?" Sirius asked, voice low and dangerous sounding. Draco just tossed his head and laughed, not intimidated in the least.
"Who do you think?" Draco smiled. He leaned forward, voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Don't worry, I won't tell. *I* know you didn't kill anyone. Well, least not the ones they say you did." Draco amended.
"What do you know about it?" Sirius' voice was scared, and Draco just shook his head, speaking as though to a simpler child.
"I know that Pettigrew's not left the Dark Lord's side since two years ago, and that Daddy thinks he shouldn't be trusted, even if he did hand over the Potters."
"You're one of them?" SIrius growled, hand darting out to grasp Draco's thin wrist painfully.
"No!" Draco snapped, pulling his hand away. "Daddy is. I'm just me." He shrugged. "I'm not either."
"Right." Sirius' dark eyes appraised Draco intensely.
"I am." Draco said, pulling up his sleeve. "See? No mark. And for the love of Merlin, would I be slumming around in sleazy Muggle bars if I was a Death Eater?"
"Mmmm. What are you doing here?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Trying to get picked up, what does it look like." Draco said. "Now look...I keep your secret, you keep mine, deal?"
"You're Malfoy's boy, aren't you?" Sirius asked, chuckling. "Well...that's a surprise."
"Shut up, Black. You can' even clear your own name, so I don't want to hear it."
"Watch your mouth kid, just cause I'm not a Death Eater doesn't mean I'm not dangerous."
"I'm not afraid of you." Draco said.
"Great. Now, you've flaunted your little blackmail, are you done now?"
"Oh, I didn't come over here to blackmail you." Draco said, decided that since taunting didn't work, he'd go back to his original plan. "I was hoping you'd want to buy a drink."
"You're too young to drink." Sirius said.
"All right, why don't we skip the drink and go right to the shagging." Draco folded his hands calmly, head cocked slightly as he watched Sirius' face.
"What?" The black haired man looked shocked and ad atd at once, and Draco just sighed.
"Look, you're the best looking guy in this place, and you happen to be a wizard. So I've decided I'm going to sleep with you tonight. Generally I like to be bought a drink first, but if you're cheap we can go right to the sex."
"There's no sex." Sirius said, shaking his head. "You're too young."
"No'm not." Draco said. "You're obviously here to pick someone up, that's what this place is here for."
"Yeah, but I'm not here to pick up you."
"I'm the best you're ever going to get, Black." Draco narrowed smokey grey eyes on Sirius.
"I doubt it." SIrius said, shaking his head.
"Don't know unless you can compare." Draco leaned in closer. "Come on...one quick shag...I promise I'll make it worth your while..."
Sirius seemed to be considering. He tilted his head at Draco, who did his best to look wanton and desirable. Then he nodded, shaking his head a bit but nodding all the same.
"You know what, fine. What the hell does it matter at this point anyway. You want sex? All right, all right. We'll have sex." He threw up his hands. "Cause I get the feeling you're not going to get bored and go away, are you?"
"No." Draco shook his head. "If I had to, I'd just climb into your lap, unzip your pants and do it that way. I always get what I want. And right now, I want you."
"You're a sick, twisted little boy, Malfoy. I just want you to know that."
"Point taken. Let's go, I'm getting bored." Draco rose, tapping his foot when Sirius wasn't quick enough for his liking. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance to rub this in Potter's face. 'Well, you may have beat me in Quidditch once more, but I had your godfather screaming aloud for hours when he was inside of me, so there.' It was a delightful thought. He smiled, imagining the look on Potters face. But sadly, it would be admitting far too much.
"What are you smiling about?" Sirius asked, grabbing his coat. Draco admired the way his white tank top hugged the sculpted muscles of his torso, and the way his jeans clung to his hips.
"Oh, just what it's going to be like when I'm drenched in sweat and moaning under you." Draco said casually. "My cloak's in the alley."
"The alley? Great place to leave it..."
"Great place to get laid to." Draco said. "You want to?"
"Want to what? We already established we're going to have sex."
"Yes, but do you want to do it in the alley? It can be really hot, doing it like that." Draco cocked his head. "The thrill of it, the dirtiness of it..."
"Okay, let me rephrase my earlier statement. Malfoy, you are one fucked up little boy."
"Well, I will be in a few minutes." Draco said, teasingly. "Now come on." He grabbed Sirius' hand, dragging him into the alley. Sirius shook his head, but made a noise of protest when Draco shoved him against the wall and ground his hips against him. "I'd kiss you, but you're far too tall for me to initiate it. If you could tilt your head down just a bit..."
//And I claim I like to be submissive?// Draco thought, savagely pressing his lips against Sirius' when the latter bent his head, looking a bit confused. Well, when presented with a partner who seemed so dense, what was he supposed to do? He tangled his slender hands in Sirius' rather long black hair, tugging his head down further to give him better access. He ran his tongue over Sirius' lips, coaxing them to part before simply roughly shoving his tongue between them. He aligned his body against Sirius', feeling the older man's arousal through two layers of denim. He chuckled to himself, moving his lips to Sirius' neck, sucking hard at the tender skin there. He bucked his hips against Sirius', running his tongue up the length of the older man's neck.
"On your knees..." Draco whispered, hand pulling at Sirius' head to give him a bit of encouragement.
"What's the magic word?" Sirius teased.
"Now." Draco snapped, pushing Sirius down. The older man complied, raising an eyebrow at Draco. He didn't care what Sirius thought of him, he only cared about getting off. With Sirius. "Wait." He mumbled, turning around so that his back was against the wall. "All right..." he leaned back, supporting himself against the cold brick wall as Sirius unfastened the buttons of his jeans, sliding them down over his hips.
"Someone came prepared..." Sirius said, hand grasping Draco's smooth arousal.
"I told you I was here to get picked up..." Draco gasped, Sirius' hand squeezing tightly. He pressed his hands flat against the wall, tips of his fingers scraping against the stone as Sirius' licked his shaft in one languid stroke. When Sirius took just the shaft between his lips, Draco thrust forward, burying himself in Sirius' mouth. He gripped a handful of Sirius' hair, keeping one hand on the wall to steady himself. He didn't want any lazy teasing, he wanted it hot and quick. And he wasn't going to simply stand there and let Sirius do all the work. He thrust into his mouth, Sirius' hands gripping his hips tightly. The rough stone wall scraped against Draco's back as his T-shirt rode up.
"Almost there..." Draco moaned, feeling his release building. Instead of slacking off, Sirius increased his ministrations, until Draco found himself knocking his head against the wall with the force of his climax. He nearly tore out a hank of Sirius' hair, knees going weak. He felt the wall scrape against him as he began to slide down, but found himself turned over roughly, the wall slamming against his stomach. He felt Sirius tensed against him, pinning him against the wall. He was breathing heavy now, and he felt two fingers penetrate him sharply. He sighed, as a third finger was shoved roughly inside of him, stretching him to prepare him for when Sirius mounted him.
There was no warning. Sirius withdrew his fingers, and grabbed Draco about the hips, sliding easily inside of him. The younger man grunted, not expecting the size or width, and moving his hips to accommodate. He had little time to grow accustomed to it, as Sirius immediately pulled out before sliding in again, driving himself into Draco with the abandon of a man who wouldn't be in this position for years. Draco bit his lower lip, hands, stomach and cheek grating against the wall roughly. He closed his eyes, still weak from his own climax, soft moans rising in his throat. His breath was coming in quick, ragged gasps, and Sirius was breathing heavily in his ear. He twisted, and yelped when Sirius climaxed inside of him, driving him against the wall hard enough so that he bit his lip, drawing blood.
"Happy now?" Sirius asked, leaning against the wall next to him.
"Mmm." Draco managed, raking his sweat dampened hair out of his eyes. He felt weak and empty and stretched beyond all comprehension. That had certainly been an experience.
"Now I *really* expect you to keep this little meeting a secret."
"Oh, don't worry." Draco said, fastening his jeans with trembling hands. //I'll keep it quiet. I don't want to condemn myself.//
"Good. See ya around, kid." Sirius said, doing up his own jeans. Draco couldn't comprehend how calm he could be after, such wild sex. But he just shrugged, wiped the remainder of his lip color off with the back of his hand, retrieved his cloak, and Apperated home.
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