Title: Moth to a Flame 2
Author: Jade
Pairing: Alan Rickman/Daniel Radcliffe RPS
Rating: NC-17
Notes: real person slash, underage sex
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never happened


Alan didn't see Daniel again until shooting began on the fourth Harry Potter 
movie. The primary cast was gathered around a circular table for an initial 
read-through of the script, and Alan was already seated, studying his lines, 
when Daniel rushed in, a bit late. He said breathlessly, "Sorry I'm late," and 
threw himself into the only empty chair, directly across from Alan. Today he was 
dressed in snug, faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Glancing up at the 
boy, Alan was charmed by the sweet smile that Daniel shot his way, then he 
noticed that either the boy was flushed from hurrying or he was blushing again. 
Remembering Daniel's voice as he'd asked to be punished, Alan looked quickly down 
at his script before he was caught leering. Did the boy have a clue how 
delicious he looked? He caught himself in that thought and reprimanded himself. He 
was becoming a dirty old man. 

They quickly settled down for the read-through, and Alan lost himself in the 
character once again. He loved to play Snape; bad guys were the most fun to 
play, but this character was a good guy who was really nasty at times. He had to 
admit he loved the long black robes, and the sneering tone he had to adopt. 
He found it very easy to slip into the role.

Daniel did great in the read-through, and Alan especially enjoyed the parts 
where their characters interacted. Daniel was the perfect Harry. 

They broke for lunch, and everyone broke up into groups to relax for a bit. 
Alan was surprised when Daniel came to sit next to him.

"You did great today, Daniel," Alan said, putting aside the script he'd been 
studying.

"Thanks, Alan," Daniel said, looking down at his sandwich. "So did you." Then 
appearing to gather his courage, he said quickly, "I know I said this before 
but...You have the most amazing voice." 

Alan looked closely at the boy; Daniel was blushing. Why would such an 
innocuous statement affect him like this? After all, he was known for his voice, 
he'd worked hard to perfect it. "Thank you," he said quietly, not sure what was 
going on.

"I'm sure you hear that all the time, though," Daniel went on. "Sorry."

The boy was obviously nervous about something. Almost as if... no, it 
couldn't possibly be that. Twenty years ago, maybe, but now... Alan decided to be 
reassuring. "I have heard it a few times, yes, but it is always gratifying to 
hear, especially from one as," Alan paused, wanting to say gorgeous, but instead 
continuing, "talented as yourself."

Daniel glanced up at him quickly, smiling at the compliment, face still pink 
from blushing. He looked adorable and dead sexy at the same time. When did I 
become a pedophile, Alan wondered to himself, as Daniel said, "You think I'm 
talented? Thank you."

"Of course you're talented," Alan replied. "Not many actors could have 
handled such an intense role so young. You're in every scene, after all."

"I enjoy it," explained Daniel. "I can't remember ever wanting to be anything 
but an actor."

Alan smiled. "I feel the same way."

The director called for everyone to return, and they finished the 
read-through as well as some initial discussions about the filming. Alan finally had to 
admit to himself that Daniel really was staring at him an awful lot. Especially 
when he spoke. 

The director called it a day, releasing them early, and as he gathered up his 
things, Alan noticed Daniel ringing someone on his mobile but obviously not 
getting an answer. He looked annoyed as he closed it with a snap. 

"Everything all right, Daniel?" he asked with concern.

Daniel smiled quickly. "It's fine, it's just that I wasn't expecting to be 
finished this quickly and I don't have a ride until later. Not a big deal."

Alan paused briefly, debating with himself then telling himself his 
imagination was overreacting. "Can I give you a ride? I have my car here."

Daniel's eyes most definitely lit up at that and Alan thought he may have 
just made a mistake. "That'd be great, are you sure its no bother?"

"No bother at all," promised Alan, and told himself that he was just doing 
Daniel a favour. It certainly wasn't because he wanted to be alone with the boy 
a little longer... 

A few minutes later, Alan was leading Daniel out to the car park. He unlocked 
the door and held it for Daniel.

"This is a really cool car!" enthused Daniel. "I love Jaguars. This one's a 
classic."

Alan winced at the fact that his car was far older than the boy who now sat 
in it as he went around to the driver's door. He slid in and shut the door, 
only then realising just how small the car's interior was and how close Daniel 
was. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Alan looked away, swallowing hard. 
The engine purred to life as he tried to concentrate on driving. 

Traffic in London was always a mess; but in the late afternoon it was 
horrendous. They made little progress as they inched along, not even near the 
motorway yet. 

"Sorry about this," Alan said, waving his hand at the cars surrounding them.

"It's all right, I don't mind," Daniel smiled. "I love this car."

They talked about the new script for a few minutes as they inched along. 
Suddenly, Daniel was leaning across him to look at a motorcycle dealership across 
the road. "Look at that!" he exclaimed, telling Alan about the new Ducati he'd 
seen. Alan was having difficulty concentrating on it because Daniel was 
practically in his lap, and his hand rested on the older man's thigh. He could 
smell the boy; he smelled fresh and clean and oh god he was getting hard for a 
fourteen year old boy. 

Daniel seemed to realise suddenly what he was doing, because he sat back 
quickly, blushing, and stammered, "I'm sorry, I got carried away, I didn't mean 
to..."

"It's quite all right, Daniel," Alan said, his voice deeper than usual as he 
fought to keep his body under control. He really didn't mind if the boy would 
just climb on top of him and... no, don't even think of it.

Daniel was quiet for a moment, and Alan realised that he was staring at him. 
They were stopped at a traffic light and Alan glanced over. "Are you all 
right, Daniel?"

"God I love the way you say my name," the boy suddenly blurted, then clapped 
his hand over his mouth in horror. Alan looked back at him, shocked, and 
Daniel went on, "Oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud it's just I 
think you're so sexy and I get hard every time I'm near you and I hope you 
don't hate me but you made me realise I fancy men and I really really hope 
you're gay, are you?"

Speechless, Alan stared at the boy for a long moment until horns sounding 
behind him told him he'd missed the lights changing. He drove forward, still 
processing the boy's words, vaguely aware he'd been asked his sexual orientation; 
but one part of it stuck in his head. "You're hard?"

Daniel giggled, less nervous now, and nodded. "Very. Are you gay?"

Nothing in the world could have kept Alan's eyes from Daniel's crotch. Yes, 
there appeared to be quite a large bulge in the boy's jeans. He quickly tore 
his eyes away, looking back at the road before he killed them both, but answered 
quietly, "Very."

"Good," murmured Daniel, and Alan snapped his eyes back to the boy. He'd 
sounded extremely lascivious.  

"Daniel," he said warningly, "Just because we're both gay doesn't mean..." he 
stopped when he saw the look on the boy's face. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I presumed, I never even asked if you found me attractive at 
all..." Daniel trailed off, blushing again, and Alan had to cut in.

"Daniel, you are gorgeous. Incredible. Sexy. Very desirable. Don't ever doubt 
that." Alan made a decision and pulled off into a Tesco's car park. He 
stopped the car, and turned to look at Daniel. 

The boy was looking at him hopefully. "So what's the problem? I want you so 
much, Alan," he said, his voice dropping to a breathy moan as his hand strayed 
to his lap. 

Alan groaned, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as Daniel rubbed 
himself through his jeans. His own cock was rock hard in his trousers as he 
watched the boy touch himself. "Daniel," he said. "You don't want this. You don't 
want me."

The boy looked up at him, face flushed with desire and eyes slightly 
unfocused, and breathed, "I beg to differ." And, never taking his eyes from Alan's 
face, he unfastened his jeans.

Alan fought hard to keep his eyes on Daniel's face, but when the boy's face 
twisted with pleasure at his own touch, he couldn't help himself.

Daniel's jeans were fully open, and with one hand he pulled the material and 
the boxers out of the way so his eyes could rest upon... there was no denying 
the boy was very turned on, and quite mature. Daniel's hand wrapped around his 
erection, stroking slowly. 

"Now do you believe that I want you?" Daniel asked, his breath hitching as he 
teased himself. 

"Daniel, I... this is wrong. I'm much too old for you," Alan said 
desperately, clinging to his conscience as his arousal urged him on. 

"Age doesn't matter," moaned the boy. "I know what I want. I want to learn. I 
want to feel. And you can teach me."

"You need to find someone your own age," Alan stated, while his body wondered 
why the hell he didn't just take what was being so sincerely offered. 

Daniel shook his head. "Some inexperienced, sweaty, groping teenage boy 
who'll go blabbing to the tabloids after we're finished? No thank you. I know I can 
trust you, you've got even more to lose than I do."

Alan was taken aback by the boy's attitude. He'd quite obviously thought this 
through. 

Daniel went on. "The ancient Greeks had it right. It was quite accepted for 
an older man to take a much younger lover, you know. To teach him."

Alan smiled. "I'm aware of that ancient custom, yes. I'm also aware that for 
me to even touch you, now, is quite against the law. As mush as I would like 
it," he admitted, letting his eyes run over Daniel for a long moment.

"And you think I'd tell anyone? I'm not that stupid, you know." Daniel's 
voice went rough and breathless again as he stroked himself. "God, I love the way 
you look at me... want you to look at me, touch me all over..."

"Daniel, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" growled Alan, but the 
statement seemed to have the wrong effect as Daniel just moaned at his tone. 
Suddenly realising where they were, Alan hissed, "There are people around. 
Cover yourself!" If they were caught like this, they would both be in trouble. 

Daniel grinned evilly and stroked himself again. "But I don't want to," he 
protested. "Not until you admit you want me. And that we can... talk about this 
further some time soon."

Alan's mouth dropped open. The boy was blackmailing him! He glanced out the 
window as a family approached. "All right, I admit it! I quite obviously want 
you and can we please continue this discussion elsewhere?"

Grinning triumphantly, Daniel made himself decent again and sat back in the 
seat. "Now what?"

Alan sighed, shifting in his seat to relieve the pressure of his trapped 
erection. "Now I take you home." 

Daniel pouted. "Don't make me do that again, Alan. Though I quite enjoyed 
it."

"I could tell," said Alan dryly as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Don't tell me you didn't like it either," purred Daniel, and Alan nearly ran 
off the road when he felt the boy's hand on his thigh, sliding up toward his 
arousal.

"Daniel!" gasped Alan as he nearly sideswiped another car. 

"I know, I'm a terrible tease. We need to talk. Tomorrow. Find us some place 
private at the studio." Daniel gave Alan's hard length a quick squeeze before 
he settled back into his seat.

TBC