Bacon and Bites

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Bacon and Bites

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Biting, Sexual Suggestion, Language

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Notes: One of the first things I’ve written in a long time that was not inspired by any sort of prompt, so if it’s utter crap, you can say it. This thing was apparently floating in the perverted thing otherwise called my brain.  I just wanted to write something highly out of my comfort area to see if I can. Feel free to be brutally honest, but please make it useful criticism. Thank you.

Summary: Ron wants bacon, and Draco loves teasing him.

Bacon and Bites

“Malfoy, there’s no more bacon.”

“Brilliant observation, Ronald. I’m not a house elf. If you want more bacon, cook it yourself.”

“Do I look like my mum, Malfoy?”

“Do you truly want me to answer that, Weasley?”

“Shut it.”

“You really are a Neanderthal, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You honestly think only women should cook.”

“No. I just don’t know why I should have to when there're other people who are perfectly capable of doing it.”

“Lazy arse, you are.”

“I can’t make decent bacon. Doesn’t mean I’m lazy.”

“A genius at chess, yet you can’t make bacon.”

“There you have it.”

“Ronald, you are so thick sometimes.”

“I’ve never heard you complain about that before, Draco. I thought you liked me long and thick.”

“Weasley, if you want your breakfast sometime this decade, I suggest you shut your crude gob, get over here, and put yourself to use.”

“That gives me an idea.”

“Oh, Merlin. I’m not sure I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours. You’re dangerous when you try to think.”

“I was the one who suggested we try that new lube, remember?”

“That was rather interesting, I must admit.”

"See? I can have good ideas sometimes.”

“Let’s hear it, then.”

“I say we spend the rest of the day in bed, and then I take you out to dinner.”

“You can’t get out of cooking your own breakfast that easily, Ronald.”

“I tried. The sight of Draco Malfoy in an apron, cooking…it makes me hot.”

“Then get over here and use your heat to cook your own breakfast.”

“You’re evil, you know that?”

“Oh, poor baby. Did the big, scary Malfoy hurt the poor Weasley’s feelings?”

“Don’t make me have to bite you, Malfoy.”

“Bite me, I dare you.”

“I’m hungry, Malfoy. I suggest you don’t toy with me right now.”

“Consider yourself toyed with, Weasel-boy.”

“You asked for this,” Ron snarled, launching himself at Draco and placing a biting kiss on the nape of Draco’s neck.

Draco stiffened before turning to nip at Ron’s lips with his teeth.

“You are savage, Draco.”

“I always get what I want in the end, Ronald. You know you love it.”