Heat 1: Flames.
The fires burned,
casting shadows over the walls. The shadows writhed and twisted, echoing the
movements of the bodies crowding the floor of the cavernous hall. Freed from
their usual robes, leather and silk and lace seemed to be the usual attire. The
dancers moved to the pulse of the music, and bats circled almost frantically
around and around the ceiling.
It was All Hallows Eve, and instead of
the usual feast, the collective student body had bulldozed the teachers into
something a little more... interesting. Several students had pooled their
resources to hire a couple live bands, the usual dress code had been suspended
for one evening, and now the entire student body was enjoying the first-ever
Halloween dance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In the very center of the writhing
pool of bodies were Harry Potter and his friends, laughing and dancing with
each other. They were all in black: carrot-headed Ron was wearing simple black
pants with a black silk midriff shirt and drooling over his best friend
Hermione, looking extremely... un-Hermione-like in a black leather corset and a
short black leather skirt. Harry, too, was wearing decked out in black leather,
with tight black pants and a open black vest.
The song changed to a slow, sexy song,
and Hermione immediately grabbed Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck,
rubbing against him with a slow sway. Laughing at the expression on his
friend's face, Harry made his way to the edge of the dance floor, his short causing
him to shorten his stride and swing his hips more than usual- but then that
could also be caused by the sexy pulse of the song. Once he got managed to
squirm his way out of the mass of moving bodies, he made his way around the
edge of the dance floor, humming under his breath, aiming for the refreshment
table near the corner of the stage.
He collected his punch (and yes, it
was spiked, he rather suspected the Weasley twins, personally), grabbed a
bat-shaped cookie that let out a squeak when you bit into it, and made his way
to an unoccupied corner to watch the dancers and laugh his ass off. At Snape,
especially, because the usually reserved Potions teacher seemed to be seriously
getting into his dance with Professor MacGonnagal. But there were others that
were amusing him, like Pansy Parkinson attempting to dance... no, that was more
frightening than amusing... and a drunk Hagrid trying not to step on anyone.
The slow song ended, and a new one came on- Peaches and Cream, a Muggle song
that always brought a carnivorous smile to his face. His gaze wandered over the
crowd, and just as he was thinking about moving to another spot with a better
view- the stage, maybe- he saw something that brought him up short, a dangerous
smile to his face.
Draco Malfoy. Wearing a deep
iridescent green shirt, unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest and the
sleeves rolled up to just past his elbows, loose black silk pants with silver
flames up the sides, short black boots, and a black leather collar set with a
single steel ring around his throat. Dancing, not with anyone, but all on his
lonesome, as if he was just waiting for someone else to move in and join him.
Smiling, Harry decided that he was as
good a candidate as any, and moved around and through the mass of people until
was right behind the Slytherin. He leaned in, not touching him precisely, but
close enough that the other boy could feel his presence, and just as he was
getting ready to turn around, Harry pinned him in place with a grip on his arms
and pulled him back hard against his body, not bothering to hide his growing
erection. Draco, for his part, didn't even bother to try and get away- he
tilted his head back, resting it on Harry's shoulder, and ground his hips back
against Harry's.
Let me tell you what I
wanna do
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you
Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you
Harry transferred his grip on Draco's
arms to one hand, then slid his recently freed hand down the other boy's front,
loving the feel of all the silken skin, the velvety texture of his nipples
pulled up into hard points- and not by cold, he knew, the heat in there was hot
enough to smother, and it was only going to get hotter... He wanted t get the
boy somewhere private, where his lips could follow the path of his wandering
hand, now slinging along the top of those loose, swishy pants, where he could
strip the other boy down to nothing and do all the things he'd dreamed of doing
for months. And he was going to- he wanted Draco so bad he could already taste
the other boy on his tongue, and he wasn't gonna deprive himself anymore when
Draco clearly wasn't protesting. Nowhere near protesting, Harry thought as his
hand slid lower, over the front of the pants where Draco's erection tented the
fabric.
Can't get enough of you
Always thinkin' of you
So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat
He tilted his head down, till he could
reach the smaller boy's neck, then took a very small bite. Draco moaned,
tilting his neck for better access as he pushed his hips forward against
Harry's caressing hand, and Harry, growling with satisfaction, began to feed at
Draco's neck, licking and sucking and kissing and biting, leaving little red
marks up and down the smooth white column of his throat.
"We've got to find a room,"
he moaned, and Draco nodded with agreement. Not one to waste time when he had
something he wanted, Harry abruptly spun Draco around, planted a hard kiss on
his mouth, and hauled ass off the dance floor.
Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream
I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean?
Peaches and cream
He led Draco to an old, abandoned room
off of the main hall- it must have been a teacher's room, once, but that didn't
really occur to either of them and even if it had, they wouldn't have cared.
They were a little too absorbed in each other to notice little things like
their surroundings, and as soon as Harry shut and locked the door he whirled
around and grabbed the Slytherin, his mouth going back to his neck as his arms
went around his waist so that he could slide his hands down into the waistband
of Draco's conveniently loose pants to feel his ass. Draco wrapped his arms
around Harry's neck and pulled his head away from his neck and up to his mouth,
where he promptly pulled his into a deep, frenzied kiss, tongues tangling and
dueling together and their bodies strained against each other.
Harry pulled back first, kissing his
way down Draco's chest like he had imagined before, pausing to suck and kiss
his nipples, as his hands slid down once again, to unbutton the shirt and peel
it off. Then his mouth wandered down further, following the hands that were
pulling the pants and boots off and away, leaving him in the leather collar
with its single steel ring. Promising himself that he'd make good use of that
later, he stepped back and stripped himself out of his own clothes, wanting to
do make a striptease out of it, but he was too damn hot to make this last much
longer than it already had. Tossing his clothes into a corner, he went down on
his knees in fort of Draco and took the other boy into his mouth in one smooth,
practiced motion.
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Harry worked him with his mouth until Draco was panting, on the edge, and then he stood abruptly and tossed the other boy onto the bed, pausing only to grab a tube of cherry-flavored lube from his pocket before he followed him down onto the bed. His lips meeting Draco's in a hot, openmouthed kiss, he lubed up his fingers and slid one into the other boy, stretching him, preparing him.
Never thought that I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby, inside of you Harry slowly slid into him, his eyes closing in satisfaction as everything slowed down. The heat that had been eating him alive retreated for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the utter rightness of the moment. Then Draco lifted his hips to take him just a little deeper, and the heat came roaring back, and he slammed all the way forward with a hard thrust of his hips, and Draco cried out, and then he was lost, burning up in the heat that consumed him.
Seconds, minutes, eons later, Harry weakly lifted his head from where it had dropped into the damp curve of Draco's neck and said, the first thing that either of them had said all evening, "Wanna try that again?"