FIC: Tied in the Affairs of Men, NC-17

Title: Tied in the Affairs of Men.
Author: Carylic
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Rowling = rich, successful, published author. Me = poor, glum, struggling student. [PS. Not mine.]
Warnings: Tie!Smut (duh … Duh … DUH!) Er, a few weird situations I thought up.
Summary: Harry, Draco, ties and a super-tie.
Archive?: Sure, where?
Status: Complete
Series: God, I hope not, I have enough things to do already. Back evil plot bunnies, back I say!

Author's Notes: For the Tie Challenge at the tie_me_up_draco community. Much thanks to Shakespeare for the line of 'There is a tide in the affairs of men' from 'Julius Caesar' which I brutalised for the title of this fic.
Further Note: Thanks to berrynia for the betaing I conned her into on MSN. All mistakes are now her fault.





Harry and Hermione trudged up the stairs towards Harry's dorm room.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, it didn't even hit that hard." He patted his chest roughly to prove it to her and she smiled.

"Where do you think Ron and the others have disappeared to?"

Harry rolled his eyes walking through his door and turning to look back at her. "I heard them muttering something about foiling a Slytherin plot. They asked me to join in but I passed, though they did say it might take them a few hours."

"Honestly, don't either of the houses know what a temporary truce is?"

"Sure they do, but most people just seize upon the word 'temporary'."

"Either way, I'm not going to go bail them out. If they were stupid enough to go down to the dungeons, whatever happens is their own fault."

Harry loosened his tie, undoing the top button of his shirt. "Yeah, well, I'll probably see you in the morning. I seriously think I need some sleep."

"Okay, night Harry."

"Night." Harry blinked as the door swung shut, slamming loudly in the face of the young girl on the other side. He looked to his hand in surprise, certain he hadn't done that.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." Draco pushed himself away from the wall. "I thought the two of you would never shut up."

"What are you doing here? My room mates ..."

"Will not be returning tonight, from what I've heard." The blonde interrupted smoothly as he ran his fingers down Harry's sternum and the boy briefly thought Draco was checking him for any remaining injury. "Which means I'm allowed to come over and play." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him over to the boy's bed. "So take off your clothes and pick which one you like the most." Saying that, Draco picked up a medium sized cardboard box and tipped it up, pouring at least twenty ties on to the mattress.

"Er, what are those?"

The Slytherin shot a distasteful look to the jumble of material. "They're for your strange fetish." He took Harry's own tie off the boy for good measure, adding it to the pile.

Harry blushed but still grinned a little, remembering the look Draco had given him when he'd said what he liked. "And I only get one?"

"No, you're picking the one you like the most. How many you get will depend on how things go later."

Harry pulled off his shirt and wriggled out of his trousers, leaving him in just his boxer shorts. He looked at the offering before making his decision. "I like this one." His fingers closed around the one Draco was wearing.

"Somehow I knew you would." It was an exasperated tone but Draco's face briefly betrayed a smile. He let himself be pulled in for a kiss before using his knee to nudge Harry into sitting on the bed.

"You going to wear it again?"

"I think we've done enough of that, don't you?"

Harry shook his head, frowning a little as Draco moved out of groping distance. "I like ties."

"Yes, and I think you're a freak for it."

"You're still here."

"A good-looking freak." Draco removed his tie, undoing it completely instead of just yanking it over his head as he usually did. "You still never told me why you like these things."

Harry shrugged, leaning back to lie down. "I just do. It's like a socially acceptable leash that you can pull people around on and no-one really thinks much of it."

"I guarantee you, you start leading me around the school by anything, tie, leash, hand or otherwise, people will definitely think something of it."

Harry raised his hips a little to scoop the ties out from under him. "Where did you get all these?" There were ties from every house. "Have you been breaking into dormitories ... again?"

"Certainly not. I didn't steal them, not even one. Well, the Gryffindor ones are yours from your drawer, but I didn't steal them, they are still here."

A scoffing laugh. "You went out and bought the uniform ties from other houses?"

"No." Draco had already removed his own shirt, but left his trousers on for now.

"Then how?" Harry waved one from Ravenclaw to emphasise his question.

"I simply walked around the school, asking a few pretty guys and smiling sweetly. I was nearly smothered as this lot rained down upon me." Draco hopped on the bed on his knees and straddled Harry's legs. "Some people just can't help but to give me what I want."

Harry rolled his eyes.

The blonde smiled in reply, his right hand drifting to Harry's left nipple. "Well, you did." He pulled gently at the gold ring.

Harry batted his hand away, again trying to remember exactly how Draco had talked him into getting a piercing. It had involved alcohol, he knew that much, but most of that night was rather blurry. "Madame Pomfrey gave me such a look today ... If Mrs Weasley ever finds out I have this, she'll kill me."

"Then just don't wander around her house, half-nude. Or fully nude, for that matter." Draco leant forward to lick the nipple ring and patted Harry's stomach gently when the boy squirmed. "Now, what is really good about school ties?" It was said in that 'I already know the answer, let's see how long it takes you' tone of voice and Harry had to stop and think for a moment.

He knew that the blonde didn't have the same interest in ties as he did, so he tried to picture what the other would like about them. "They ... signify the lines between the houses and help differentiate us commoners from your superior self?"

"Stop being a git and answer properly."

"Er, they ... are easy to match clothes with?"

"You know, I don't spend every waking moment worried about how I look."

Harry gave a genuine look of surprise. "You don't?"

"Of course not. I spend most of my day thinking about sex."

"Silly me."

"Yes. So, you don't know why house ties are good?" Draco had started drifting the tip of his tie across Harry's stomach, making the boy wriggle."

"I give in. Tell me."

"They are made out of ..." Draco rolled his hand in a circular manner to indicate that Harry had to finish the sentence, causing the tie to swish around the smooth chest.

The Gryffindor really had to struggle to remember, the tip of the material was still sliding over his skin and giving him goose bumps. "Polyester?" Harry was proud he managed a multi-syllable word.

"Satin, Harry. They are made out of satin." Draco stopped toying with the tie as punishment for getting it wrong.

Harry whined a little, though actually relieved. His cock throbbed from where it was pressing against his boxer shorts and the blonde's thigh. "Okay, fine, satin ... and?"

"Satin is smooth, soft," he smiled, the tie swinging to brush across Harry's throat now. "and thin." He twisted the smaller end in his fingers, forming it into a spiraled point.

"Well, the first two sound 'good' but you lost me on the last one."

"It compacts easily, you can force it to fit through almost anything. Observe."

To Harry's delight and horror, Draco threaded the rolled up point through the nipple ring. "You have got to be kidding me."

"No." Draco grabbed the rolled end and began to slowly pull it through the jewellery, his nail making sure the ring didn't move too much in case it would pull too hard and hurt.

Harry's vision blurred slightly as the soft cloth continuously slid across the tip of his nipple, the ring tugging only slightly. "Oh ... damn."

Draco kept pulling until the tie was held there half way. He let the ends fall from his fingers and smiled down. "See, now isn't it better when we tie our kinks together?"

"You're going to kill me."

"Only if you're really good and play nicely." Draco kissed him briefly before giving the tie another tug.

"Draaaco."

"No, no whining. It distracts me." Draco leant over the bed and began rummaging through his discarded clothes.

Harry snickered, his hand seeking out Draco's bare nipple and pinching it.

"Stop that!" Draco smacked the hand away and returned to searching through his things.

Harry did it again, laughing softly when Draco caught his hands, glaring dangerously.

"I warned you, Gryffindor." Draco picked up the closest tie and secured it to Harry’s left wrist. "You just hate listening to me, don't you?"

"Actually, I love your voice."

Draco raised an eyebrow as he dragged Harry's leg up, bending it at the knee and slipping the other end of the tie behind it.

"Draco?"

"I did warn you." Draco yanked the knot into place, leaving Harry's wrist bound to his knee. "Give me your other hand."

"I don't think I like this." But he let Draco bind his other hand. Soon he was lying on his back, his feet dangling in the air with both wrists attached to his knees.

"I feel stupid."

"You look inviting." Draco slid his hand between Harry and the boy's boxer shorts, scraping his short fingernails up from Harry's arse along the back of his left leg. "Very inviting." He gently adjusted the material around the knee, making sure it wasn't so tight as to cut off circulation.

"Thought ties didn't do anything for you?"

"They don't, but I really like you bound."

"We'll have to remember that."

"I doubt we'd forget." Draco dragged his eyes away and returned to looking through his clothes. His wand was tossed up and landed on Harry's chest. A small, glass jar followed suit and Harry grunted as it bounced off.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for one last thing. Aha!" Draco was back, sitting properly on the bed as he waved a square, black piece of cloth around. "Got it."

"What's that?"

Draco gave his best 'You're an idiot' look. "It's a tie, of course. You've been whining for months that I don't appreciate your little fetish and considering how you're faring so far tonight, what did you think it was going to be?" Draco unfolded the tie.

Harry's jaw dropped. "That's not a tie! It's a sash."

"It is so a tie. Just made to certain dimensions."

"Draco, that tie would make Hagrid look small."

"Perhaps, maybe not quite. But it does fit around my waist."

"Not surprising seeing as how when you suck it in you can fit your hands around that tiny stick you call a waist."

"Ah, but this fits and still lets me breathe." Draco tied the thinner end around his waist, leaving the wider end to dangle down. "Now, to clean you up."

"Didn't realise you'd made me dirty yet?"

Draco smirked and picked up his wand, first gliding it down the sides of Harry's boxer shorts watching as the seams started to unstitch themselves. "Don't worry, it's reversible."

Harry didn't give a damn.

The obstacle was defeated and Draco pulled it out from under him, throwing it to the side before letting the tip of his wand rest on the taut skin between Harry's erection and his testicles. "Now, in order to truly appreciate what I've gone out and bought, purely just for you, we'll have to make you very hygienic." He shrugged, giving an apologetic look. "This is going to feel ... odd."

Harry squirmed almost as soon as the spell was cast. Odd seemed like an understatement, though it wasn't unpleasant. Shivers of magic, working their way into his body and flitting against soft skin, cleansing and massaging. It died down to a lazy trickle just before it all stopped and Harry was seriously considering having a sex change, if only to be able to legally marry the torturous blonde and command him to do that 'til death did them part. "Do that again."

"No need."

"Don't care, do it again."

"No, another night perhaps."

"Teach me that spell."

"Hell no, can't have you spurning me for yourself, can I?" Draco picked up the dangling end of the large tie. "Now, this is the point of it all." He draped it between the open thighs and, using one finger, slowly began to push it inside Harry's body.

The Gryffindor moaned, his legs quivering. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm finger fucking you with a tie, do keep up."

Harry had never felt anything like this before. It was an excruciatingly soft slide inwards that changed to an almost coarse drag out. "What is it?"

"Velvet. A black, velvet tie invading your pretty arse. Pity it's black."

"How come?"

"All they had when I placed my order. I had wanted white."

"Why?"

"I like white."

Harry didn't reply, feeling Draco shift a little then have two tie-covered fingers inching their way inside.

"Would you mind if I sped this up a little? You keep wriggling and moaning, I'm feeling left out."

"Can't have that, can we."

Draco removed his fingers and the tie, sitting up to properly undo his trousers and push them to his knees.

Harry wanted to raise himself up and watch but having his wrists bound to his knees was rather restrictive. "What are you doing?"

"I'm wrapping the wider end of the tie around my cock."

Harry closed his eyes, partly wishing he hadn't asked. "You're going to fuck me with a tie around your cock?"

"You're damn right I am. I refuse to be called a prude."

"I've never said that!"

"Maybe not out loud." Draco picked up the glass jar he had brought with him and popped the lid off. Scooping out some of the clear gel he smeared it over his clothed erection, saving a little to hastily coat Harry's opening. "This stuff is good, you'll still feel the velvet, but the material won't give you a friction burn." He snickered at the thought. "Friction burn on the inside of your arse would probably be bad."

"Let's not wait to find out." Harry would have thrown himself at his lover by now, but he was still bound and really starting to hate it, ties or no ties. He felt Draco's hands under his back, lifting him slightly and raising his hips in the air. "Can I have my hands back?"

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

"Doubtful, really."

Draco pressed his erection against Harry's arse and pushed, possibly a little harder than necessary which made the boy yelp before the muscles remembered to relax. Balancing Harry on one hand, he pulled at the knot under Harry’s left knee, freeing it and smiling when he felt it move behind him and rest on his back. Harry's other leg was soon released and the Gryffindor gratefully moved his hands to Draco's neck.

"Thanks."

"You can show your gratitude by supporting your own weight. I don't want the hassle of holding you and fucking you."

Harry smiled, knowing the blonde wasn't as pained about the situation as his tone may have implied. He shifted the muscles in his back, one foot firmly on the bed to keep his hips up as he left his other on Draco's back. "Just do it, already."

Draco saw no reason to argue with this and pushed the rest of the way in, smiling at the way Harry's fingers dug into his neck when he did so. He lowered his head down to Harry's chest and caught up the ends of his own tie with his tongue, giving the nipple ring a harsh tug and he slid most of the way out.

Harry had meant to say 'fuck' but the sound that came out was garbled. He forced his eyes to look at the boy looming over him and briefly wondered how long Draco had been setting this up. The situation was bizarre. He was lying on his back, Draco firmly between his legs. Okay, so that was as normal as they could possibly manage it at a boarding school with teachers and room mates and tattling portraits. But there was a tie stretched between his chest and his lover's teeth while another one was wrapped around the cock that was clearly trying to reach his stomach, it was pushing in so far. And he still had two ties around his wrists, hanging loosely down the blonde's chest. He smiled lazily as another thrust rocked his entire body with the force.

Draco smiled back and hastened his movements when one of Harry's hands left his neck, going lower as the boy began to pull himself off. Harry wasn't wriggling anymore and that was a sure sign that he wasn't far from finishing. Draco jerked his head when he pushed in this time, the nipple ring jumping as the leg on his back twitched.

"Draco, please, you'll pull it off." Was the soft whisper.

Draco rocked his hips harder. "Like you'd even notice right now."

Harry gasped as the next thrust hit him hard and he gripped his erection harder, desperate for the feeling. The hand that was back on his arse lifted him up a little, his own leg was giving out and making him sink lower. Then Draco's other hand closed around his, forcing him to pull harder and the air was sucked out of his lungs, his thighs tensing up as his orgasm hit him faster than ever before, catching him off guard. The tie inside him continued in, refusing to let the clenching muscles push it out and he heard Draco mutter something, one last slide out before it was slammed back in. He felt the cloth warm and pulse, sweat from the blonde's forehead falling to his stomach.

Draco collapsed down, his head resting on Harry's chest as he finally kicked his trousers off all the way. He undid the knot at his side and threw the sticky, wet tie to the foot of the bed, a guttural sound to indicate his disgust at the feeling of prying it off.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"How did you know my room mates weren't going to be here?"

"Overheard them talking about foiling a Slytherin plot. I think most of the school heard it, really."

"Wonder if they managed it?"

"Obviously not."

"How so?"

"Well they're not here, are they? Bloody predictable, sometimes, like those tests muggles do on mice. Give them a few morsels, watch them run in the maze just the way you want them to, slam the door after them."

Harry briefly thought about sitting up before simply lifting his hand to stroke Draco's back. "The Slytherin plot was to trap them somewhere by making them think there was a Slytherin plot?"

"Of course."

"And what if I had gone with them?"

"Knew you wouldn't, besides if you had I just would have let you out and not them."

"And you are going to let them out aren't you?"

"Of course, the locking charm is set to dispel as soon as sunlight falls on the keyhole."

Harry slapped Draco's arm. "You're not letting them out until tomorrow?"

"Don't yell and no, due to the position of the sun and the fact that they're locked down rather low in the castle, sunlight's not set to hit for another two months."

"Malfoy!"

"Oh hush, it can be opened manually, which I will do ... right after the weekend."

"Malfoy!"

Draco sat up, picking out a Hufflepuff tie off the pile on the floor. "Oh come on, they have plenty of water, bathroom facilities, food is being brought to them ... They're probably having a ball." He had twisted the tie to loosely bind his wrists together. "What harm could it do?"

Harry looked at the tie, most of Draco's words actually sinking in. "First thing Sunday evening."

Another spin of the Slytherin's hands and the tie was pulled very tight around them, making it look as if he couldn't get out of it ... Harry knew better. "But Harry, then we can't have Sunday night." Draco smiled and leant down, catching the tie he had been wearing that day between his teeth and slowly dragging it out of Harry's nipple ring. "Monday morning, right before class." He casually let it drop from his lips and pool on the Gryffindor's groin.

Harry sighed, relaxing further into the mattress. "Monday, before breakfast." He set his tone, desperately hoping he didn't cave in and say that they should just wait until the teachers noticed the boys were missing.

Draco regarded the limp, pliant body beneath his. "Oh all right. Now sit up and tie these ends together." He waved his bound hands in Harry's face.


Done.