Warning: Sex! Kinky guy on guy sex.
Dedication: Still for Simmy!
Author's Note: Look mommy, a plot! :-) See, there's actually some good substance to this story. It's not just Ron and Draco having mad sex. And pain. :-) Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Hellbound



I may be a Death Eater prisoner, but all in all, life is good.


I know what they call me. Malfoy's lap dog. So what? If it means three good meals a day, my own personal bath, and a king size bed with satin sheets, collar me up and snap on my leash. And it's not all sex and smut. Draco's got me running errands now too.


I think, technically, I'm a Death Eater. I'm not stuck in my rooms anymore, I have as much run of the manor as Draco himself has. And they know me, even if they all just call me Red. This place is like an ant hill, crawling with Death Eaters. And who bothers with hoods, here?


I don't hear all that much about the war, but I know for a fac no one has made any attempt to rescue me. Snape never came through on his promise. They abandoned me, which is what I would have done. You can't risk the lives of many for the life of one. It's stupid. I'm not mad, I'm doing fine. And apparently Voldemort likes me, Or so Draco says.


I'm not scared of the name any more. I can't be, now that I've met the man. He's got red eyes, but that's really all that's freaky about him. Other then that, he's a pretty decent guy. From what I've seen. He rules with an iron fist, but he's an over lord. You have to use an iron fist.


Now I'm lying in bed, reading a book. Draco's talking with his father, about tactics and things like that. Draco, I've discovered, isn't the brightest of wands when it comes to strategy.


"They're going after our base camp in Dilfin woods." Lucius was saying, and that didn't make much sense to me. *I* knew who our spies were. And they would *know* that the camp in Dilfin was a small one.


"No they aren't." I mumble, turning a page in my book. I can't keep my big mouth shut, can I? I just have to show them ho brilliant I am.


"And how would *you* know?" Draco snaps, glaring at me. I don't have to look at him to know he's glaring. It's at the point where I can feel it. Did I mention he's practically moved in with me? Sleeps with me every night.


"It should be obvious." I sit up, getting my hair out of my eyes. "You know they've got spies, good spies. They're feeding you false information. They might be sending a *small* attack on Dilfin, but they're probably going to use the majority of their forces to hit one of the manors."


"And why should we trust you, young Weasley?" Lucius' voice is like satin. It's so damn smooth, not all whiny like Draco's.


"You don't have to. I'm just telling you what makes the most sense to me." I shrug. "You don't have to listen to me. Honestly, I don't care one way or another."


Neither side seems to be any more brilliant then the other. Like my situation. They gave up rescuing me yes, but they know I know things. They trust me too much. If I were in charge, I'd have one of their spies kill me. To prevent me from doing exactly what I'm doing right now.


"Are you a student of war, then?"


"A little." I shrug. "I like battle strategy."


"Really?" Lucius leans back, and he's taping his lip and really studying me. "Then tell me, what would you do?"


"Abandon the Dilfin camp. Leave a skeleton watch. Divide up the rest of the troops between the main manors. Leave at Dilfin the ones you can do without. You're going to have to sacrifice them."


"Oh yes, and make sure we have everyone important in one place." Draco rolls his eyes.


"Make sure you have enough of a defense!" Isn't he listening to what I'm saying? "They expect you to just drop everything to protect Dilfin. Right now, you've got some big shots there. No one too important, but important enough to risk some troops on. That leaves the manor's short. Leaving them open for attack."


"You make an impressive point." Lucius is still studying me. I don't know why I'm helping them. Maybe because Lucius is actually listening to me, which is more then any of them ever did. They're giving me a chance to shine...


"It's all just thinking a few steps ahead." I'm saying it like anyone can do it on purpose. Make myself sound as good as possible.


"Yes." Lucius is still sizing me up. He's looking at me in a new light, I can tell that much. I'm more then just a good fuck. Draco's getting bored. He's got that look. The petulant, drawing one. Eyes staring off into the distance, chin on his hand. He gets like that...well, pretty much anytime I try to talk to him about anything serious.


"Well, if you will excuse me." Lucius stands up, ruffling Draco's hair as he leaves. And then Draco turns on me, eyes all flashing.


"What the hell was that all about?" He's shrieking like I did something wrong.


"I was pointing out a flaw, that's all."


"*You* don't point out flaws! You keep your mouth shut!"


"Draco, calm down." I stand up, and cross the room. He's panting and huffing and working himself into a real state. I put my hands on his shoulders, rubbing them.


"Just stay out of it all, Ron." Draco narrows his eyes at me. "And I mean it."


"Why? All I did was make a couple of comments." I don't understand what the hell he's talking about. What's the big deal?


"About battle plans. They're going to get suspicious. Daddy already is."


"No he's not." It didn't look like Lucius was suspicious. It looked like he was intrigued. Maybe that's Draco's problem. Jealousy.



"Just keep your mouth shut, Ron." He looks so...so childish. He's even pouting a little bit. It's sexy on him, though.


"Don't worry about me." I give him a quick kiss. I'm getting more and more affectionate with him. He's not a bad sort, really. He can be a pain the ass, but he's growing on me. Which I guess is a good thing, considering I fuck him every night. And sometimes during the day.


"I do." He sighs, getting all dramatic on me. "I don't want to see anything happen to you."


"You won't." I kiss him again, deeper this time. "Now let's not worry about it, huh? I'm sure there's at least five other things we could be doing right now..."


"Oh?" And now he's got this sexy little smile I know oh too well. He draws away, and sort of slips out of his robes. He draws them off of his shoulders and lets them slip down. He's just in loose pants and a white linen shirt. He's got his eyes locked on mine, and he's slowly taking off his clothes, doing a little strip show for me. I just fold my arms, watching him. He lazily pulls the shirt off over his head, tossing it aside casually. His fingers dip into his waistband, and he closes his eyes as he slips his pants off, kicking them away.


It's getting to be more and more of a relationship. It's more equal, not so much master and mastered. He slips his arms around me, naked. His skin is like satin, soft and supple. He's smooth all over, and he smells like soap and lavender.


"Want you..." I mumble, nipping his earlobe. And I do. I want him more every day, actually. Familiarity breeds affinity, I guess. I pull im close and literally toss him down onto the bed. He laughs, and I think I really like that sound. I strip myself, quick, and pounce on top of him. He looks so different when he smiles. Like a real person, not some evil doll. I kiss that smile, tasting it, before spreading his legs. I don't think either one of us want to waste any time.


I take a minute to prepare him, and then I take him. He tosses his head as I enter him, and jerks his hips up to impale himself on me. I ride him fast and hard, holding his wrists above his head with one hand and holding myself up with the other. It takes me literally about a minute two come. Then I bring him to his own climax with my mouth, and collapse, resting my head on his hip.


"It's always so damn good with you." I'm not afraid to admit it. He's great in bed.


"It is." He's so damn cheeky. But it's okay, I am too. "Did you...did you mean what you said, earlier?"


"Which earlier?" I talk to Draco at least ten times a day.


"About strategy and things."


"Oh that. Yeah. But it was just my opinion." What does that matter. His hip is too bony. I love it, but it makes a bad pillow. I scoot up the bed, pulling him close and tucking his body into mine. That's much better.


"Do you think about that sort of thing often?"


"Sure." Often enough. "But I'm tired now, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to lay here with you, and go to sleep."


"Sounds good." He sighs, and I feel it on my neck. He's got an arm draped over me, and I sigh. I miss Harry. Not in a sexual way, I miss him as my best friend. What would he say about this? He'd hit me, probably. I bet he wants to come get me. I hope he doesn't. He shouldn't risk himself, he doesn't have to.


"Night, Draco." I don't want to think about any of it. They'll be plenty of time for that later. And...maybe Lucius will give me a couple of updates. Maybe I can get them to trust me. Maybe...