Fic: A Halloween Tradition

[nicevenn]

Um, yeah. This thing is getting weird. But I like it.

Hey, it's Halloween!

Title: A Halloween Tradition
Author: nicevenn
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco; Dan/Tom as Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Wordcount: 500
Warning: RPS; alternate realities.
Summary: In one world, a Halloween tradition is well-established. In another, it is just being formed.
A/N: Written for this prompt in the hd_seasons’ 13 Nights of Halloween challenge. It is also an unexpected continuation of my Dan/Tom RPS series. (Scroll down. The thing on top is an unrelated twitter!fic.) This fic CAN stand alone, though.





Harry loves watching Draco eat those black candy apples on Halloween. There’s something forbidden about them, as if they are not fit to be eaten. As if bringing them to one’s lips will release some terrible curse. But Draco eats them, and watching him do it awakens something dark and primal inside Harry. It makes him want to speak Parseltongue. It makes him want to tear off Draco’s clothing, bend him over the arm of the sofa, and fuck him hard.

But Harry doesn’t act on his impulse right away. He reads the Daily Prophet one tedious article after another, watching out of the corner of his eye as Draco eats a second apple, and a third. Draco knows what this does to Harry. This is their fifth Halloween together. Still, he ignores Harry the entire evening. Every time he takes a bite of a new apple, his eyes flutter closed as he savours the taste of the black gunk covering the fruit, and his Ministry papers lie forgotten.

When Harry feels the show has gone on for long enough, he tosses his copy of the paper onto the table and pulls Draco up by the collar of his shirt. Their lips crash together, and the taste of licorice and apples fills Harry’s mouth. He moans, then hisses something in Draco’s ear.

Buttons fly to the floor as Harry rips open Draco’s shirt. Harry isn’t gentle or considerate; that’s for every other night of the year. Tonight, he makes quick work of preparing his husband, and then he thrusts in deep. When he comes, he bites Draco’s shoulder.

Blood mingles so well with licorice.


*****


When Dan buys those black licorice candy apples he’s been eyeing all week, he isn’t sure what has possessed him. They look so strange, so creepy, so... Draco. He decides to give them to Tom as a Halloween gag gift. But it turns out there’s nothing funny about it.

Tom likes the apples. He says they taste surprisingly good, and that Dan should try one.

Dan declines. As he watches Tom eat, blue eyes seem to turn grey.

Dan’s breath hitches. He hasn’t seen Draco in so long. He and Tom had decided put that aspect of their relationship to rest years ago. But now Draco’s back, and he’s licking black gunk off his lips as if it’s the most delicious stuff on earth.

Dan want to push his cock in between those lips, wants to feel the head hit the back of Draco’s throat. Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, and he wipes them away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“All right, Potter?” Draco asks.

It isn’t all right; nothing about this is all right. And yet, Dan responds by pulling Draco in for a kiss.

Apples and licorice. Yes, the taste is quite pleasant. But something is missing. Dan thinks he knows what it is.

“Suck me,” he says.

Draco kisses him again. “Yes, Harry.”

The End.

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[nicevenn.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I didn't know they existed until I went looking for Halloween picture prompts.