"Your ass is mine, Death Eater. No one is going to save you," he said, lust and savor in his voice, as his attacker forced his trousers down with his free hand, exposing his butt to the cold night.
                              
Fuck, Draco thought. He couldn't get out of this. He was trapped. He couldn't hope to fight his off. Panic. The guy was huge and had a wand. He was going to lose his virginity next to a foul-smelling dumpster, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Tears came. He couldn't even beg him to stop.
                              
"Yeah, cry. You're gonna cry. I'm going to make this hurt. All I need is spit, right?" he hissed and spit into his free hand. He guided it between them, and his fingers ghosted his hole. Draco squirmed. "Ya know? I don't really want to soil my fingers in your fuck hole."
                              
Draco cringed and started shaking. He knew what happens if you don't prep. He tried to buck off the hand, but the guy pressed harder, shoving him face-first into the brick wall.
                              
"Stop that. You're wiggling enough. I might take you home. Enjoy this properly and do it over and over and over, again. No one would ever look for scum like you. You can be my slave... you'd like that, wouldn't you? Some rope... whips and maybe Imperio."
                              
Draco was terrified and silently sobbing. He couldn't even push off the wall as the guy forced his legs to spread. This can't be happening.
                              
The pop of the ward falling. "What?" his attacker mumbled, still forcing him forward.
                              
"Hey, what's going on here?" Draco heard a voice say. It was firm, commanding. Draco almost thought he recognized it. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he could help him. He tried to struggle, but the hand on his back forced him firmly into the wall, and the dumpster was blocking everything else from view. His head was facing the other way.
                              
"Nothin' mate, just a quick shag with my lover. Kinky, you know? You two mind stepping off?" he said, amiably.
                              
Please don't go, Draco thought. But they were muggles... and this guy had a wand.
                              
"I don't think so... mate. Let-him-go," he said with more authority.
                              
"You're a copper, then? He's my boyfriend."
                              
"No, we aren't, and I highly doubt he is yours."
                              
"Well, sod-off then. He's a whore, and you can see he ain't calling for help, is he? So, mind your own bloody business!" his attacker said, pushing him harder into the wall as he struggled to free himself.
                              
"I said...."
                              
"I warned ya... Confundo!"
                              
The familiar voice shouted back. "Protego! Fool, you should have noticed I took down your wards! We're Aurors and the Anti-Apparation wards are up. We can do this the easy way or...."
                              
But his attacker released him off the wall and ran away, down the alley.
                              
Then Auror finished lazily, "... the hard way. You got 'im?"
                              
Another voice growled. "Yeah. He's mine."
                              
Draco heard footsteps go running after the creep and struggled to remain standing. He slid down to his knees and was leaning against the wall for support. He kept his head bowed to the side. He really didn't want to see Aurors either. The last ones spat on the ground in front of him and threatened to send him back to the dementors. The Auror knelt behind him.
                              
"Hey? You okay?"
                              
Draco cringed, expecting an attack.
                              
"Sorry, I won't touch you. I'll stay right here with you. I won't go anywhere, okay? I'll just take off the spells," his rescuer said, in a low voice, and the ropes disappeared and he could feel his voice came back.