Upcoming BCJ/Draco Malfoy fanfic collabed by dom and George

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[SCORPIUS POSTS=EQUAL DRACO AND GEORGE POSTS=BARTY CROUCH JR.]
[OH...AND THIS IS RATED NC-17. MIND YOUR EYES YOUNG UNICORNS]

Draco Malfoy enters the Slytherin common room and glances around. The cool and dark room is nearly empty, aside from a few inhabitants sitting at a table in the corner. He makes his way over to one of the leather couches, thankful that no one is already there. Collapsing on the couch, he sits back and lets his head fall onto the back of the couch. He closes his eyes, thinking of the lack of...satisfaction he had with his life. Sure, he could have any bird he wants at Hogwarts, yet none of them were providing him with the relief that he longed for. Especially Pansy Parkinson. Usually Pansy was a great shag, but lately she was lacking. He scowls while he remains sitting, unsure of what to do. It had been a good two years since he had to resort to pleasuring himself with his hand, and he highly doubted that would do the trick.

Barty Crouch Junior walked into the common room, seeking a way to avoid everybody else. He noticed a few people get up and leave, then saw Draco Malfoy sitting alone, a scowl upon his face. He sat down in a chair nearby and picked up the daily prophet. "Don't know why I read this trash." he commented out loud. "Hey, what's wrong, you seem a little tense." he asked, genuinely worried about his fellow pureblood. Perhaps that bitch pansy hadn't been putting out in a while. None of his business, if this were Gryffindor. He folded up the prophet up and moved over to the couch Draco was sitting on, hoping to get some dirt to torment Parkinson with.

[You can all say whatever the fuck you want, but his is a fanFICTION. Therefore, your bitching and moaning falls on deaf ears]

Draco's head snaps up from where it was resting on the couch. He glances at the guy sitting on the couch beside him, then gives him a slightly irritated look. "What does it matter to you?" he asks, somewhat annoyed with Barty's interest in his affairs, or shall he say 'lack of affairs'. He then lets out a small sigh, realizing that his frustration should not be let out on Barty. "Right," he says, not apologizing for his outburst because one thing that he learned from his father was that Malfoys do not apologize. "I just...I'm not...sure. I haven't quite seen anyone in a bit."

Barty nodded. "Yes, I understand that all too well. Unfortunately. But perhaps, if there was a way to relieve the tension?" he said looking at Draco's defined jawline and amazing blond hair. His tongue flicked without him even noticing it. It had become more of a nervous twitch over the years. He looked up at the grey eyes in front of him. "You seem hesitant.."

Draco raises an eyebrow, curious as to whether his interpretation of what Barty suggests is correct or not. His gaze falls to Barty's tongue which parts from the guy's lips. His breath momentarily catches as the long, wet tongue is brought to his attention. Unable to stop his train of thought, he wonders what that tongue would feel like. There was no doubt that it was much longer than Pansy's tongue. No doubt that it was stronger. No doubt that it would feel so slick if it were to trail on his cock. He shakes himself from his musings. Surely, he wasn't that desperate. His slender fingers run through his blonde hair as he shifts uncomfortably and asks, "What the fuck are you on about?"

Barty licked his lips. He caught the younger boy's stares and knew that the anger was just a cover. "I'm on about this." he said grabbing the boy's chin and pressing his lips to the soft pair beneath them. "I can show you what I mean better than tell you." he whispered, placing a hand on Draco's thigh, eliciting a gasp from the boy. He looked up as the younger student looked completely confused.

His face said he wanted to be disgusted and angry, but his eyes said he wanted to know where this was going. Barty knew how to snare the boy into his trap. "It's okay, lots of people do it. If your girlfriend's not putting out, let me help you. I can make you feel good." he said letting his tongue flick across his lips again. His hair fell in his face as he leaned in to kiss him again.

Draco finds himself unable to move or push Barty away as the guys lips land on his. He is torn between wanting to push Barty away in revulsion and giving into the sensation that was slowly beginning to sweep through his body. The pressure of Barty's lips feels so different from any girl he has ever snogged. His mind briefly goes to Pansy, how her soft lips do not compare to the hungry pressure that Barty was exerting.

As he feels Barty's hand land on his thigh, a gasp escapes from his mouth as he feels a slight lurch of excitement flow throughout his body and to his cock. This sudden excitement makes him question what the hell he is doing. His gaze meets Barty's dark eyes, feeling torn between anger and want.

He breathes deeply, while listening to Barty's words. He feels confused, the words Barty says not fully being comprehended and passing through his mind in a slight haze. The one thing that truly brings his attention to the guy in front of him, is the flicker of the tongue once more. Draco's mind longs to taste the sweet saliva that now lies on Barty's lips, and he finds himself returning the kiss.

Barty had grown tired of the chaste kisses between himself and Draco. "You know you want this.." he whispered just before he slipped his tongue inside the boy's mouth and moved his hand up another inch or so of thigh, not daring to go farther for fear of Draco realizing what was going on. He didn't want the boy to become too afraid and leave before he could get satisfaction.

He looked up into the grey eyes, they were slowly melting into acceptance, and even lust. Barty took this as a sign to move his hand up just below the other boy's now pulsing erection. He heard Draco moan under him and smirked into the kiss just before pulling away. "Somebody's enjoying it."

His mind grows hazy as Barty's tongue slips into his mouth. Closing his eye momentarily, he revels in the feel of Barty's probing tongue as it explores his mouth. It is soft but demanding, and Draco finds himself beginning to truly enjoy the sensations that were beginning to spread through his body.

He opens his eyes for a moment as he feels Barty's hand move up his thigh. He feels his cock grow with want and the need to be touched. Realizing that he doesn't care who it is anymore, he longs for the release that Barty can provide him. As Barty's hand moves up even further, he finds his cock beginning to throb painfully. A slight groan escapes his mouth when Barty does not continue his path upward to Draco's desired location. He hisses when Barty pulls away from him, and lets a slight scowl grace his perfect features. He tries to resist giving Barty the satisfaction of knowing the effect he is having on Draco, but finds it impossible to hold back a quiet, "please."