Hot intrigues
Disclaimer: The character and places are not mine they belong to JK. Rowling and the other stuff. I'm just having fun. (I don't get money for it blah, blah, you know the drill..)
Warning: YAOI (male/male), YURI (female/female), some straight! Lemony.. erm… and the rest of the warnings come with each chapter.
"Talking"
OoOo Blaise's pov oOoO
"It's freezing cold, Draco! And I'm in no mood for being a party boy!" Blaise snapped.
"Come on, Blaise. You can't hide from the rest of the world forever! So you've had some bad breaks, now haven't you?" Draco began to look for something in his coffin. They had stayed at an inn in Hogsmeade during Christmas holidays as one of their expensive gifts happened to be free entrants to all the night clubs there.
"Here!" Draco sees and puts a little key with an oval key ring on it that had a number inscribed in the thin silvery metal, the number 5. "Here, take this. Maybe you'll find some cute chic or something. I'll probably stay here and rest for today. I feel a bit tired. After all, I've been the one having all the fun! Tonight, it's your turn!" He laughs softly and leaves the room.
Blaise stares at the closed door, looks at the key again and suddenly smiles. Maybe it would be his turn to have some fun after all. Draco didn't have to know with whom. He stood up and went straight to his closet to choose the perfect outfit for his favorite night club.
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OoOo Club oOoO
Well, outside the night club, he could hear the music from inside loud and clear. He fumbled for his VIP card and got in. Once inside, he could feel the music bounce through his body like waves. The place was crowded with people! Most of them dancing and jumping to the music, but others were making out in dark corners or deep shadows where they wouldn't be disturbed. Even though nobody cared.
In one of the deepest and darkest corners there are stairs that leads up to private rooms that you could rent if you wanted "further privacy". Blaise went straight to the bar and ordered his usual shots.
He looks around and finds to his surprise Ronald Weasley dancing in the crowd. The boy walks towards the bar and smiles. A girl next to him orders him a Black Russian; he smiles and thanks her. After getting another black Russian from the girl, she gives up and walks away. Another girl, a blonde one this time, comes up to him and starts to flirt with him.
Blaise looks at it all with amusement as it was obvious for the trained eye to see that Weasley wasn't interested in girls. Weasley answers something back, and she orders him a black Russian. Vainly, Blaise wonders how he did it to convince the girls to be the ones who paid for the drinks. After a while, the girl seems to give up and go towards the dance floor.
Ronald smiles faintly and orders himself ANOTHER black Russian. It seems as if the bloody Gryffindor wants to get drunk and busy tonight. Blaise observes him from the short distance he had from him and noticed the slim tall boy's lean muscles under the deliberately cut t-shirt, that happened to be tightly clenching to his body so that you could see the fetchers of his abs. Which were really nice, Blaise admitted to himself. Ron looked at his drink and seemed to be in another world. Blaise made his decision. He walks towards the newly found prey.
"Already drunk?" Blaise Zabini asks.
"Nowp, not yet, but with this won I probably will be. Why do you ask? Who are you?"
"No one special."
As Ron turns around to glance at the dancing crowd, Blaise quickly drops a pill in his glass. It would make him forget all of this evening's events the following morning. Ron turns back to the bar and drinks up his Russian.
"Wanna dance?" He asks.
"Sure why not." Blaise says, smiling.
And they're off.
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The music is thundering around them, inside them. They're slowly moving to it. Then faster and faster. Soon they're completely lost in the rhythm of the different sounds that surrounded them.
Blaise slowly comes closer to the other boy as they dance, putting a hand on the other boy's chest as they move. His eyes are shut and his lips are formed in something that very much lucks like a smile, but it's hard to tell among the shadows and colors from the lamps in the ceiling. He's now so close he can feel the redhead's breath on his skin.
Slowly, he wraps his arms around the other's neck, letting them rest on the broad shoulders of said redhead. He can feel the others hands slip around his waist, pulling them closer to each other. The other boy's red hair are like flames. Blaise's hands are itching to mess it up. The grip tightens around his slim waist, pulling him even closer.
Chest to chest, it's getting too tempting for Blaise and he bends down and bites the boy's soft nape. Shivers go down the other's spine. Leaving a wet path as he moves towards the boys ear, nibbling it softly as he whispers softly into it.
"I want you." Soft whimpers escape the other's lips as Blaise drags his teeth over his earlobe biting down softly.
"Got a room?" Ron whispers. Blaise nods. "Right above, follow me."
Ron nods. Pushing their way to the stairs, Blaise in the lead, holding the other's hand as they go. This made him a bit nervous. Sure, he has had his lovers, but he had never held hands with anybody. Of course, this place was completely crowded, and if they'd let go of each other, there would be a high risk of this not happening. But still, walking, or rather running, up the stairs, he looks back at the beautiful redhead behind him and gives a predatory smile, assuring silent promises of what's to come.
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OoOo Rons Pov oOoO
Ron shivers as the boy in front of him stops and turns around. The dark boy smiles a predatory smile. Lust shines in the olive black eyes, and he can feel his heart rising, almost hearing its beats. He smiles back at him, licking his upper lip in want. He knew what was to come. Even though he hasn't done "IT" before, he sure knows what it was about.
A feeling of excitement and anticipation spread in his stomach as they entered the gloomy hallway. Suddenly, Blaise stops, catching Ron completely off guard as he trips forward straight into the other boy's arms. Seizing the chance, Blaise holds him tightly, giving him a feverish and bruising kiss that startles Ron.
Unable to stop himself, he responds to the needy kiss, wanting more. Tasting the other's tongue and teeth with his own, battling for dominance and losing. Forced to retreat into his mouth, sucking the others as for dear life. Moaning softly when the other boy breaks the kiss, taking a step backwards, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were now cobalt blue with lust, licking his upper lip, giving away a predatory smile, sending shivers down Blaise's spine.
"What door?"
"Number 5."
A quick look around and Ron finds it and shoves Blaise backwards against it, nibbling at the nape. The dark boy bites his lower lip.
"Key." He demanded.
Fumbling for it in his pocket, Ron started to unbutton his shirt one by one, caressing the bare skin under the shirt as he did so. When Blaise finally got the key, Ron had already unbuttoned most of the buttons and was now tearing at the ones remaining on the shirt, Blaise desperately trying to open the door behind him. Ron taking advantage of the situation, bending over sucking the other boy's nape, biting down. A whimper escapes the other's now swollen lips. Finally, he got the door opened and the boys tumbled inside, not letting go of each other.
Blaise's shirt now thrown to the floor, door slammed shut behind them. Ron is now fumbling with the other boy's zipper as Blaise tears at the redhead's shirt, almost ripping it open. Ron pushes Blaise backwards, letting him fall on his back upon the low bed. He then pulls of the boy's trousers and black boxers at the same time.
Blaise is now lying completely naked in front of him, taking the breath away from Ron, forcing him to gasp for it. He lets his shirt fall to the floor by his feet slowly, his hands travel down to his own zipper, letting them brush over his nipples that were now hard as pebbles. Slowly unzipping his black trousers and letting them fall to his feet, he's just on his way to take off his white boxers when he's interrupted by Blaise's now low dry voice.
"No. Let me do it."
Ron, to his surprise, just nods at the suggestion. Blaise crawls up from his lying position to sit on his knees in the low bed, putting his hands on the other's stomach, letting them travel down to the white waist band. With a quick move, the other boy's boxers lay now by his ankles, letting out his cock into the air. Licking his upper lip at the sight, his eyes darkened into midnight blackness of desire.
"Let me taste you. Have you…" He growled softly.
Ron, who has never been so turned on in his life, simply nods, not knowing what to expect. Knowing that they both were drunk and probably wouldn't be doing this otherwise, but such thoughts became distant as hot wetness closed around him. Teeth were gently dragging up his sensitive foreskin, tongue wrapped around his flesh, curiously tasting every inch of his now rock hard cock. Moans were slipping out of Ron's mouth.
Falling in love with the intoxicating response, Blaise sucked harder. Ron, placing his hands on the other boy's head, not to guide, but to hold on to as he unconsciously starts to thrust against the hot wetness that is Blaise.
"S-stop it Blaise! I-I can't take much more of this….."
At the words, Blaise stops instantly, slowly letting the redhead boy's cock glide out of his mouth and with a raspy voice announces that he wants him on the bed on all fours. Ron, too hot and horny to do other then obey, did as he was told. Placing himself behind the red head, he let his cock brush in between his buttocks, sending shivers down the other boy's spine as well as his own. Letting the index finger of his left hand circle around his opening, whilst the other hand caressed the boy's back soothingly, he entered a well lubed finger in the boy.
"Don't tease, dammit!"
"It might hurt at first, baby.. Patience."
"Please! I'm no frigging virgin, Blaise, so please just do it! Do me! Please." It was a complete lie, and he knew that it might hurt, but lust was too overwhelming at this point
Blaise was inside him before he finished the sentence, fucking him slowly at first, but he picked up the pace, quickly encouraged by the low animal like sounds Ron was emitting. Stroking the other's cock in pace with his thrusts, they soon came, Ron shooting his load on the bed below him, seconds before Blaise fills him with a hot wetness. Ron collapses on the bed, smiles and falls fast asleep. Blaise, being Blaise, gets up and heads straight for the showers. Once back in the room, he watches Ron snore softly as he puts his clothes on. He smiles at the sight, feeling a weird sting in his heart that he immediately suppressed. He took one last look at the sleeping redhead before he left.
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Heavy, everything was heavy, Ron was slowly waking up.
"W-where am I?" No answer came.
Sitting up on the messy bed, looking around in the room that he was in, he saw his clothes were tossed all over the room.
A soft rhythm from the floor, it seems as if he had company. His butt was aching. Man, what had he been doing all night anyway? He had muscle ache, and his lips were swollen. Whatever it was he hoped he wouldn't have to regret it later on, like in the form of babies. Ron walks up from the bed and quickly puts on his cloths and hurries out of the night club. On his way out from the dark alley into the street, he heard a weird woozy laughter that he sadly recognized all too well.
"H-Harry? Is that you?"
Faint giggling was heard.
"Dammit, where are you? Show yourself, Harry!"
Harry's head pops up in one of the darker side alleys nearby.
"Dammit, Harry, I thought you learned a lesson last time you collapsed!"
"Naahhh, heehee, been in too deep, too long, for one collapse to scare me out of it."
A lazy grin spreads on Harry's face. With eyes unfocused, the boy who lived smelled like fire whiskey all over. Well, at least, he wasn't high on something from the Muggles this time. If Hermione ever got to know about Harry's weird addictions, all hell would break loose. She hated it when he got drunk in parties. If anyone else knew what Harry was, or what he really did during the holidays when Hermione was on dates, it would be the end of the Golden boy.
"Good night tonight, mate?"
"Yeah, hot customer this time. Weird really, how such a babe don't have a boyfriend that won't pleasure her. If it's not a Hufflepuff, that is."
"Come on, Harry. Let's get you home, shall we? What about a nice little walk to Hogwarts, hey?"
Harry nods and Ron puts his arm around his drunken friend and starts walking.
"You smell like sex, but another kind of sex." Harry mumbles.
"There isn't such things as other sorts of sex, Harry, and besides if they were I'm sure I would have nothing to do with it. Come on, let's get you home."
"Mmm, okay. But you still smell like sex, like sperm but not pussy juice."
"Oh, Merlin, you are way too drunk, and I'm not drunk enough. Let's just get home, okay?"
To be continued.
--Beta'd by UKELICIOUS—
AN: So what do the rest of the folk think?? Like hate?? Oh and even if pople flame I'll continiou this enyway ;P HUGE thanks to UKELICIOUS YAY!!
