Title: Abscond
Name: la_dissonance (omg who is this person)
Prompt: #104 - Naked, scarf.
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1003
Rating: NC-17
Betas: asnowyowl, who is awesome incarnate. Thank yooouuuu!!! :D
Summary: Scorpius decides to indulge himself and gets a bit more than he bargained for.
Author's Notes: I'm pretty sure I've read a Harry/Draco more or less exactly like this. Eh.

Scorpius threw down the newspaper with an exasperated sigh and got up to pace the flat. He was so sick of seeing the same articles printed again and again. Yes, the Potters were like royalty in the Wizarding world, and yes, it made sense that the kidnapping would earn a lot of publicity, but it had been months. Surely they must accept by now that the middle Potter child was never coming back.

The strangest thing was knowing that now there really would never be a second chance.

He paced the room several times in quick succession before he made his decision. There was only one thing that was guaranteed to take his mind off it, and it had been so long since he'd called the number on the card he found in his father's desk drawer. Fine Pleasures for Gentlemen of Discernment and Class, it promised, and it hadn't disappointed him yet.

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Scorpius felt his anticipation build as he walked along the richly carpeted hotel hallway, looking for the right door. He hoped they had managed to find him a brunet. He had long since given up being bothered by the fact that all his dates – and one night stands – and other liaisons – bore more than a passing resemblance to Albus Potter. Their affair had never been about more than the sex, either; Al had broken it off before it had a chance to go any farther.

When he reached the room, Scorpius was not disappointed. They had found him a brunet, all right – the man lying naked on the black satin sheets looked little younger than Scorpius himself, and he was the spitting image of Al, if a bit skinny. His only adornment was a wide silk scarf wrapped around his head to cover his mouth and nose. The ends were fastened around his wrists, pinning his arms above his body.

It was a most tempting sight. Scorpius toed off his shoes at the door and worked on his shirt as he made his way to the bed. Closer up, there was a vacant look in the man's eyes that didn't seem entirely natural. But it would do for the time being; Scorpius had come horny and ready to fuck and wasn't in the mood to split hairs.

Scorpius reached out and tugged the scarf up, changing it from gag to blindfold. Much better.

"Like that, do you?" he asked, pulling his trousers off and abandoning them on the floor. "Can't see me, can't see what I'm going to do next, can't even move... I could do anything at all."

The man on the bed tensed slightly, but didn't speak.

Scorpius crawled onto the bed and touched the man's chest, lingering over a nipple. His cock twitched and Scorpius grinned. "Like that, do you?"

The man's voice was scratchy and hoarse as if with ill use. "You paid for fucking, not talking."

"Oh, but for the number of Galleons I paid, I think I should get everything." Scorpius tweaked the other nipple and was pleased to see that the other man was already half-hard.

Scorpius nudged the man's legs apart and crouched between them, pausing to run his knuckles over the tight ring of muscle at their apex.

The man tensed again.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Scorpius asked, repeating the action. "Do you want me fuck you into the mattress right now?"

"Doesn't matter what I want. You can do whatever you like."

There was something about that voice...

"Say yes," Scorpius instructed. "Say, 'Scorpius, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.'"

He said it, tripping over his words when Scorpius's finger pushed inside and hooked upward.

"Good," crooned Scorpius. "Keep going."

The man mumbled out a few phrases, gasping when Scorpius removed his finger and moved to his cock, swiftly stroking him to full hardness. He didn't bother to correct him when the words trailed to a halt.

Scorpius teased his entrance once more, watching him tug against his restraints almost involuntarily, and in a split second, changed his mind. You're not getting it this time, Al, he thought as he muttered a quick preparation spell. He positioned himself above the other man's cock and sank down without further warning. The man gasped and arched, throwing his head back, knocking the blindfold slightly askew.

Scorpius didn't give himself time to adjust – the spell had taken care of that already – before he started riding the body beneath him, feeling the man's cock fill him every time he pulled back and the man surged up to meet him. Scorpius grabbed his own prick and jerked at it erratically, knowing he wouldn't last long. That was how Al used to fuck, how Scorpius was sure he still would fuck if he was still –

Scorpius slammed himself down once more, trying to lose himself in the brute physicality of the act before it was over. The man thrashed again, and the scarf, already loosened, fell off his face entirely. He looked up at Scorpius, and for one second that blank look was gone from his eyes, and in that second of clarity all the pieces fell together. Scorpius knew that face.

He shouted Al's name as the strongest orgasm of his life came ripping through him, fighting to keep his eyes open even as he felt the other man – Al – finding his own release within him. Scorpius collapsed onto his chest when it was over, wrung out.

By the time he rolled off, Al had that blank look in his eyes again.

"Hey," he said. "Al. Albus!"

No response.

Scorpius touched his chest, touched his face, but still nothing.

"You'll need to wait a bit longer than that if you want another round," Al said finally in that broken voice.

Scorpius felt anger rising up in him. Whoever had done this to him, he would make them pay.

But not right now. He grabbed the other man's hand and started unknotting the scarf. "Come on," he said. "I'm getting you out of here."