Title: Winning the Game
Author: Snappy Pants
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and that includes these characters. Don't try to sue me. I got nuthin.
Summary: Draco warned Harry that he'd better lose the quidditch game…..in response to challenge posted by hope21108 on
Rating- MA for Cussing, slash, graphic sex, toy, and violence, PWP, sap. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE! IF ANY OF THE ABOVE FACTORS SQUICKS YOU, THAT IS WHAT THE BACK BUTTON IS FOR! I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU CONTINUE READING DESPITE THESE WARNINGS AND ARE OFFENDED, FLAMES DUE TO ANY OF THE ABOVE FACTORS WILL BE RIDICULED!
NOTE: OH my adoring readers, I'm back! M'kay, I don't normally do challenge fics, but this was so perfect that I just couldn't pass it up, SO! And don't worry, more Bloodyplay to come!!!! Enjoy, my lovely readers!!! p.s. sorry about typos, I was in a hurry to post this.
Winning The Game
Harry
was in trouble, and he knew it. He didn't know why he'd done this
to himself, Draco had told him, had warned
him, for Merlin's sake, and still Harry felt the need to push the
mold. Harry was a glutton for punishment, there was no other possible
explanation.
-flashback-
It had happened the night before, in
their ritual pre-game fuck, and the sex was amazing, as usual. How
could it not be, they were both so high-strung with adrenaline. At
the time Harry had been so caught up in orgasm he almost hadn't
heard the threat as Draco curled fingers through his messy hair
harder than usual, hissing into his ear from behind
"You're
going to lose the game tomorrow, Harry. Lose the game, or you'll
only have yourself to blame. Lose the game, baby, or I'm going to
make you wish you had."
Harry had completely forgotten as soon
as he'd collapsed into the bed, Draco falling with a light smack on
top, and they had both promptly passed out.
And he'd won the
game! As he soared over the field, grin stretched across his face nad
snitch clasped closely in his hand, he thought nothing could bring
him down from winning the first Gryffindor -Slytherin game of the
year. He landed with a flourish, as he jumped off his broom and the
team rushed him for a group hug, almost crushing the seeker under
their weight.
Harry had glanced across the firld, scanning for
Draco. Draco, who was stainding at the entrance of the Slytherin
locker room, arms across his chest, and a wicked smirk across his
face. Suddenly Harry's victory wasn't so sweet as his stomach hit
the floor and his eyes went wide.
It all came rushing back- the
fingers in his hair, the sweet feeling of orgasm, and the ominous
pasps from his over. Oh shit.
None of the team noticed in their
revelry as Harry followed sowly to the locker room, a nervous
expression on his face. He showered slowly, and by the time he looked
up to turn off the hot spray, the room was empty, the only sound the
drip of the water down the drain.
"Didn't you think I was
serious?" The quite voice echoed from the dark corner of the
showers. Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco stepped
towards him, still in his Slytherin uniform. Harry tried to smile and
laugh it off.
"Come on Draco, what are you going to do? I won,
fair and square." His smile faltered as Draco circled behind him.
"Oh, you won the quidditch match alright." Harry shivered as
Draco's breath cooled the water on his neck. "But I'm going to
personally," Draco kissed his neck, "make sure that you lose the
game."
"Game?" Harry's voice shook just a little. "What
game?"
"You'll see." Draco whispered. He spun Harry
around, piniing him against the wall. In the heated kiss that
followed, Harry started to relax. Well, he thought, if just a little
rought sex is all this is, it won't be so bad.
And rough it
was. Draco seemed to have no mercy, ruthlessly plundering Harry's
mouth, gnawing relentlessly at his lips. Harry smiled to himself- at
least it's cold out so no one will as wy I'm wearing a turtleneck
tomorrow.
As the foreplay drew out, Draco seemed to lose some of
his ferocity. The kisses became more tender, the touches more loving,
less hurried and more tantalizing. Harry relaxed completely, a smirk
on his face as he felt Draco's gentle fingers around his ass,
coaxing and well-lubed. Harry counted fingers- one…two…three…He
gasped as his prostate was brushed, and suddenly the fingers were
withdrawn as Draco spun him around.
Draco reigned kisses on his
shoulders as he gently pushed into Harry's stretched body,
whispering sweet nothings as he thrust and pulled back, thrust and
pulled back, thrust and pulled back, in particular hurry. The two
rocked together in blissful peace, smiles on both their faces as they
both slowly reached orgasm. They gasped in time with the other as
they dropped over the edge together, as Harry spurt on the wall and
felt the warm, familiar feeling of Draco's cum inside him.
They
collapsed on the wet floor, spooning together for warmth. Harry
sighed contentedly, all worries forgotten. He frowned for a moment
when he felt Draco disappear, but relaxed once more when he felt him
return. Harry's eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he felt
Draco's fingers again.
"Ready to go again already, love?"
Harry went to turn and face Draco, but a rough hand grasped his
shoulder and pushed him back on his side. He frowned a little as
Draco's fingers continued to prod, less gentle than before. He
winced.
"Draco, be careful, please." Harry winced again as
Draco's fingers continued insistently and relentlessly going
deeper, until the knuckles were hitting his prostate. The mix of pain
and the joltz of pleasure were starting to drive Harry insane. His
body was confused. Did it feel good? OR did it hurt? Was he aroused?
OR should he just struggle and try to get away?
"Are you ready
for your punishment, Harry?" Dracos' voice was low and
threatening by Harry's ear.
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
Fear was starting to take over Harry's confused body.
"Remember?
I told you, Harry. I told you to lose the game. But you didn't
listen, you won the game, and this, baby, this is your
punishment."
Without warning, Harry felt something large and
cold and circular shoved up into his boyd. He let out a strangled
yell, taken by surprise and pain despite the previous sex and
stretching.
"Dr-" Harry was panting as the thing
started…fluttering? inside him. "Dra-Draco. What's going oh-ah!
on?" He squirmed against the cold tile as the thing shifted inside
him, hitting against his prostate.
Draco sat back for a minute,
smirk across his face as he admired the affect his handiwork was
hacing, before he leaned over and rolled Harry onto his back. Harry
yelped as the thing moved again, momentarily resting on his prostate
before he shifted his hips. When his eyes had un-crossed, he stared
up into Draco's face, bewildered. Draco let out a chuckle, and
leaned down to place a kiss on the bridge of Harry's nose.
"Shall
I tell you what's going on, then?"
"Yes, please" Harry
said breathily. Another laugh from Draco.
"What you have up
your lovely ass, my dear Harry, is the very golden snitch that got
you into this. But as you will no doubt find out, I've made this
particular snitch special. Not only will it keep fluttering until I
cast the counter-charm, but I've worked a little something extra
into the mix." Harry shuddered, what more 'extra' did he need?!
"It will keep fluttering and occasionally brushing against your
prostate, but every time you cum, it puinishes you for me." Draco
paused, and Harry was afraid to ask, but his partner was silent for
so long watching him squirm that Harry cracked and asked.
"H-how
will it punish me?" Draco leaned down to whisper in his
ear-
"Every time you cum, baby, every time you orgasm, it
releases water, shooting it up into your body. You didn't eat
breakfast, did you? No, you never do before a game. So your stomach
is nice and empty and ready to be filled." Harry was almost
hyperventilating. "But Harry. Harry, there's more." He
whimpered. "As your stomach is filled with this water, it will
start to protrude, like after you eat a rather large meal. Now, if by
the end of this fantastic punishment your stomach is still flat, I
promise to be gentle and take the snitch out and fuck you just like
you like it. If not, well, if not we'll play with some of the other
toys I lifted from the quidditch pitch." Harry shuddered again,
twisting to look Draco in the face. "Oh, don't worry love, it's
just after dinner up in the castle now. Meet be back here, at the
same time tomorrow, and we'll see how you did."
Draco got up
and began to dress. Just as he was walking out the door, he looked
back over his shoulder and said, "Oh, and Harry? Don't even think
about not coming to classes, or I'll send Snape to look for you."
And with that he was gone, leaving Harry to lie panting on the
floor.
-present-
And that was how Harry had ended up like he
was now. The walk back from the locker room had been torturously
amazing. The snitch felt so good, nestled up into his body, he felt
so full, and wlaking only made the fluttering more effective. Somehow
he had made it back to his dorm, collapsing onto his bed and closing
the drapes around him, casting a silencing charm.
He couldn't
help it, he knew he shouldn't, but he was so hard from the walk
back that he couldn't stop his hands from creeping down his torso,
tweaking his nipples and scratching lightly as they traveled down to
his weeping cock. It was so good, better than he could have imagined,
feeling the snitch hard in his body as he clenched around it and his
hand pumped up and down faster and faster.
It didn't take long
before he came explosively, sure that the snitch would crack as his
body spasmed around it. He had a moment to rest, enjoy the
post-orgasmic feel of the endorphins before he felt something cold
and wet spurt unto his body and he remembered what Draco had told
him. Harry wanted to badly to come again as the snitch resumed its
vibrating, but the still-cold water resting in his body was a
reminder that for now, it was still a bad idea….
tbc