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Chapter four: The Blond

"Yes, Bob? It's Harry from the Sway. I'm calling you for the party"

Thud.

"Draco, you ok back there?" spoke Harry, holding the earphone against his palm. Draco's hand darted out from the door, gesturing hastily but reassuringly. Harry released the earphone and spoke again.

"Yes everything is alright. We're almost ready for tonight, yes. I'm just calling to ask you about the stripper."

Hermione was pouting somewhere to Harry's left. Ron was not happy with her going to such a party, even if Harry and Draco were going.

"What about his body built? Hair color, stuff like that?" Hermione leaned on Harry, and he petted her hair absent minded. She looked up, to see Harry's expression turning to confused.

"The Blond? You mean you want him to be blond?"

Hermione smiled teasingly, her eyes saying 'he shares your taste'. Harry pulled her hair.

"I'm sorry; I have no idea whom you're talking about. If he once worked as a stripper, he doesn't anymore. There's no one by that title…" he riffled the pages of a catalog of their striper provider service but to no avail.

"Don't worry though, I'll find you someone hot" he laughed, and Bob quit persisting. Hermione nodded, smiling. Harry was a people person.

He hung up, sighing.

Hermione had come back to find no job to do at all. Harry and Draco had spent all Friday night in the Sin Vault, talking about everything, laughing and drinking. When Saturday morning had come, and Hermione was about to come opening the store and finding them drunk and the Vault still a mess, Draco had taken out his wand, to take care of the cleaning up, but Harry had pushed his arm down. "I never let Hermione do this by magic" he had scolded, looking into Draco's silver eyes. Draco had simply smiled, placing his palm on top of Harry's, and crooking his eyebrow.

"I'm not Hermione" he had said, and Harry had released him, defeated by the flush on his cheeks. Minutes later, the place was sparkling.

It was Sunday noon, and everybody was taking care of last minute details. Harry was taking care of the dancers and the stripper, and Draco was opening some boxes he had ordered by himself. Hermione mainly pouted, and practiced nosebleed resistance, as she called it, by making Harry describe her anything that would make her nose vulnerable. She was actually getting better.

"Sweat is dripping down his toned chest, his muscles are contracting, and his tongue is"

Draco had just walked in Harry's line of vision, making him stop talking abruptly. Hermione too, looked his way. The blond was stretching out, white t-shirt clinging to his sweaty skin, and lollipop in his mouth. Harry was going dizzy. "Hermione" he whispered "how's your nose?" Draco walked towards them, looking exhausted, but cheerful. His golden hair here ruffled, the front line clinging to his forehead. His usually pale lips were a soft red from the heat. "Pulsating" she breathed. They squeezed hands and let go.

Draco crossed his hands on the counter behind which Harry was pretending to look at the computer. Hermione moved away in order to avoid a nose incident. Draco growled, not being able to speak because of the lollipop. Harry turned reluctantly, crooking his eyebrow. "What?" watching the blond with a crammed mouth was not good for his health. Draco held the lollipop with his teeth and tried talking.

"Pull i-it ou-t"

"Whaat?" Harry looked once at Draco's lips, then in sparkling grey eyes. His cheeks were flushing a bright red.

Draco held out his chin. Harry moved his hand slowly, going for the stick of the lollipop that protruded from Draco's mouth, while Draco released it from his teeth and waited for Harry to pull. And he did. Harry watched as a red lollipop depicting a cock came out, inch by inch from Draco's mouth. He could swear, his knees felt weak. Draco released the tip with a pop.

"Oh Lord!" Harry spat, having pulled the whole length out, but still locked on Draco's mouth.

"Cool, aren't they?" Draco laughed.

"This is what you ordered??" Harry yelled, looking at the phallic shaped lollipop with curiosity.

"What's that?" Hermione came closer to look at the point of the yelling.

"Draco bought some lollicocks."

"Some what? Oh!" she took the sweet, laughing.

"Well they are sweeter than you'd expect"

Harry blushed again. When the hell had he become such a prude? This was his job, who was Draco to come and make him feel uncomfortable? Why did he feel uncomfortable? He should act normal, there was no reason not to.

"I opened to the barman, he's down at the Vault" Hermione announced.

"Great, hand over these" Draco pointed at the box of lollicocks and Hermione obliged.

"How does it taste?" Harry asked, giving it back to Draco. Draco pulled a green one from his pocket, and threw it to Harry.

"Taste mine" he winked at him, taking the red back.

Draco must have seen the question in Harry's gaze, for he said playfully

"Remember school, Harry? I am always in green" and he held Harry's gaze as he lapped his tongue over the red lollipop. Harry was undoubtedly hard.

He watched Draco move away, his perfect ass a treat to the eyes, and sighed. This was so wrong.

……………………………………………..

The clock ticked 11 pm. One hour and the guests would be arriving. Hermione was having a very heated chat with Ron, while the trio had moved down to the Vault, drinking their first Whiskey.

"Well you come over as well!"

Draco and Harry smiled to each other. Ron would never come in a party like that.

"Well don't expect me to leave. And don't play the sickness card, you are perfectly healthy, Ronald!"

"Harry?" Draco said, as the raven haired took a sip of his drink. He nodded for the blond to continue.

"Are you a top, or a bottom?" he spat the drink back in the glass.

"Give me some fucking warning when you ask these things!" Draco giggled.

"Anyway. I'm a top" mumbled Harry.

"Mmm" Draco nodded, showing he was expecting that.

"You?"

"Top as well"

"Really?" Harry sounded amused.

"Yes, why?" the blond looked at him threateningly.

"Dunno. Tops are really attracted to you, from what I've seen while you work here. Bottoms don't flirt with you much"

"How do you know they are tops?" Draco was now smirking.

"Haven't slept with them" Harry smirked back. They laughed.

"Well, if you are that curious, I know that already. Men who top go crazy over me, and that includes, giving up topping." He looked into Harry's emerald eyes, challengingly.

"You force them to bottom for you?"

"no, Harry, no. They beg to bottom for me"

Harry gulped down his drink, looking away. His lower region was stirring again. Draco looked at the stage as well, smirking. Half naked dancers were wandering the club, which was now dimly lit, green and blue and red lights dancing around. Hermione had hung up.

"You have done an awesome job. Draco, Harry must have worn you out cleaning up"

Harry looked intently at his drink.

"He can be rough sometimes" Draco giggled.

"So are you allowed to stay?"

"Allowed! Don't say silly things, Harry. I am staying. We worked for this fucking thing, and I have a feeling it'll be awesome!!

People were beginning to walk in, and Harry gestured to the crew to turn on the music. Draco went to get another drink while Harry and Hermione spotted Bob and a company of 15 people surrounding him and went to say hello.

"You did an awesome job!" Bob was beaming, his eyes focused on Harry. "And you look great, Harry"

Harry was wearing a black t-shirt with specks of golden at the right end, and matching black jeans.

Soon, the club was filled with people dancing and drinking. Draco was looking mesmerized by the dancers in the cages, but looked reluctant to mingle too much.

"Don't drink that much, Draco. Do you handle alcohol well?" Hermione spoke in his ear. Harry was worried as well.

"I'm fine, I'm ok"

"Come, dance with me" Harry grabbed Draco by the hand, forcing him to let his drink down. He led him into the crowd, and Draco followed willingly.

The beat wasn't too fast, but it made Draco's hips move too teasingly as his arms were thrown casually on both of Harry's shoulders. He threw his own on Draco's, moving along with him. The golden strands of hair were blocking Draco's eyes almost all the time, but when he looked at Harry, the other was certain that Draco was on fire. His eyes were sparkling and his skin was flushed, his movement was that of a predator, luring and masterful, as if the beat was in his skin, the music pulsating in his throat. He threw his head back, pulling Harry closer. Harry noted that the heat emitting from the blond's body was too much. His head was getting lighter when Draco's body touched his…

"It's him I tell you!!" a voice was heard near them, above the thundering beat. Draco leaned next to Harry's ear, hiding his face. Harry heard him curse. He turned at the direction of the voice, and saw a good 20 faces turned at their direction.

"It's THE blond!" the man next to Bob shouted, and everyone cocked their heads to get a better look. The stripper on the catwalk was still dancing. Draco emerged from the crook of Harry's neck with a sigh. When he pushed his hair from his face however, his expression was scornful and cocky.

Harry was shocked. He should have realized who The Blond was. Of course it would be Draco. Of course fate was going to torture him this bad.

"Will you dance for my friend, please? I'll pay anything."

Draco did not respond for a while, he looked thoughtful. Harry was frozen in place. Would he strip?

"Fetch me a drink. Whiskey, on the rocks" he spoke finally, and Bob rushed to fulfill his wish.

He turned to Harry.

"Will you come at the front?"

"You'll strip?" he asked, not able to decide on what he felt.

"Come at the front" he commanded, and took the drink from Bob's hand. "I won't remove my pants, are you ok with that?" Bob looked disappointed, but Draco was not bargaining. He nodded his acceptance and Draco disappeared backstage, only to appear on stage again in a few seconds, still holding his drink.

The people at the front stopped dancing as they caught sight of him walking slowly behind the other stripper, who had stopped and moved to the side to see what was going on. The music died, and now the whole club was looking at the blond man who had walked on stage barefoot, his hair wet and dripping, drink on his hand, dressed with a tight white T-shirt and loose black pants…He reached the end of the catwalk. The stripper got off stage without a single look from him. His presence was commanding. Harry was now at the front, according to Draco's request, looking up at him. The crowd, recognizing him, went wild. Cat calls and howls and claps echoed in the hall, and music sounded again, slow at first, but promising a fast, teasing beat. Draco knelt, and handed the drink to Harry, his eyes hidden behind his wet bangs. He rose again, and leaned his head to the side, his fingers tracing the pole upward, suggestively. All eyes were set on him, stripping him already. He placed his forehead on the pole, and then, as the music faded and moans came from the speakers, he took his tongue out and licked it adoringly. Harry's pants were starting to feel tight, and his mind was swimming. Cat calls, louder than before echoed, as the song featured one last scream of ecstasy and erupted in a fast dancing beat.

More people were gathering, pushing to get to the front, and the whole club was watching Draco's hips move, and his hands gripping his t-shirt and removing it above his head, revealing a toned, hairless chest. Was this heaven or hell? Harry could not tell for sure. It burned like hell though. Draco hugged the pole, rubbing his lower region against it, and Harry wondered, along with everyone with eyes, if Draco had a hard-on. When he decided that that was a yes, he felt his own cock throb in need. This could not be happening. Just then, Draco knelt, legs open wide, in front of him, giving him a full view of how hard he really was…Harry looked up, slowly. Draco was not smirking. His breathing was ragged; his chest was rising and falling with his panting. He reached out for the glass in Harry's hands, and Harry almost jumped with surprise.

But Draco did not drink. He offered the drink to someone next to Harry, then to another. It took Harry a few seconds to realize, Draco was handing out ice cubs, not his drink. He put the glass down, at the edge of the catwalk. Hands darted towards him, licking with ice on his chest, the ice melting and hardening his nipples… Harry looked him in the eyes, ecstatic. Draco was wearing that same expression.

He held Harry's gaze, opening the buttons of his pants. Harry's eyes fluttered to his cock, and he caught himself thinking that is should feel so good, so thick and big and hard… Several hands went for Draco's pants, but he slapped them away. Looking him in the eyes, Harry knew, he meant him. He wanted him to touch his…Fuck! He couldn't do this, could he? Where would that lead? Draco's eyes twitched as an ice cube passed over his nipple, and he pushed his legs more apart. Harry knew he couldn't say no. Not when he and only he was allowed to touch…

He moved closer and allowed his hand to go for Draco's open pants, that revealed his black underwear and his throbbing shaft. His fingertips touched the hardened length, then his palm felt its thickness, pressing just a little. Draco moaned. The men around Harry looked bewitched by the sound, one ice cube went for Draco's lips, and he licked at it, still panting. Harry moved his hand, slowly, up and down. Draco threw his head back. Harry's member was crying out for attention, throbbing at the marvelous sight and feeling of Draco in his hand. Then he felt a hand opening his pants, and he should really object, but Draco was moaning and panting and his hand was working on his rock hard cock, imagining Draco was inside him, fucking him, that he was his… and he couldn't stop the hand from pumping his own shaft, not when it felt so good…

Draco was now looking at him, still panting, but his expression was blank. Harry's mind was fogging from the strokes, from everything.

"How does he feel?" a husky male voice whispered in his ear, and Harry found he really wanted to answer.

"Thick, long, wet, hard"

The man growled. Draco took his drink in his hand and drank it in one gulp, letting some spill from the corners of his mouth. He moved away from the hands and stood up. The lights on the stage went off and the song was over. Harry came back to reality and jerked away from the man's hand. What an insane night, he thought. He remembered Hermione, feeling a bit ashamed. He went off to find her, sitting at the bar, two pieces of napkins in her nostrils. Harry laughed with a half heart.

"Again?" He asked.

"Is it such a surprise, really?"

They sat in silence.

"That was your hand, wasn't it? She asked lightly. Harry felt extremely uneasy. He nodded. She did not speak.

"Why the fuck did I have to go off and do that?? What if I fucking like blonds, that's Malfoy! I work with him, plus, he is Malfoy!!!!!"

"You said that twice"

Another pause.

"He's not just a blond, Harry. Didn't you hear the word on the street?"

He looked at her questioningly.

"He is THE blond. He's everyone you've ever slept with."

Harry was getting used to being soaked with cold water those days.

Draco approached, much to Harry's horror. How should he act? Draco was smiling.

"Hey guys." He merely said. "I think I'll head off now, if you'll excuse me, before they come bugging me again. I'll see you tomorrow"

And with that, he was off.

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