Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Mark Sloan

Chapter Summary: In which Harry Potter works as a nurse at Seattle Grace while Mark Sloan is working his way through the hospital. (Grey's Anatomy)

"Wait, you're going through all the nurses… but me?"

Mark looked up from his paperwork, glancing over to the man who had spoken. The guy was in the light green scrubs of a registered nurse, with a name tag that said his name was Harry. His black hair fell to his chin, little wild curls springing out and the rest of it was untamed. Bright green eyes were lit in amusement and his lips twitched up into a bemused grin.

The scar on his forehead spoke of an interesting injury, the lightning bolt shape of it intriguing. Mark wondered how the guy had gotten it, wondered what would cause such a scar. He had certainly never seen a scar that was shaped like that in his career.

Harry was holding a pile of charts in his hands as he stood at the nurse's desk, looking right at him.

"I think I should be offended."

"No need to be offended," Mark commented, taking in the man in front of him more closely. He was attractive, as tall as Mark and he hadn't ever met or seen the man before.

"Well, just to let you know… Straight's not a word I would apply to myself," Harry remarked, shrugging and winking at him. "I'm up for a tumble in one of the on-call beds. When we're not busy, that is."

Harry grinned at him and then walked off, answering a call from another person.

"Never had sex in an on-call room before," Harry muttered, as Mark pulled him into the room and kicked the door closed with a foot.

"There's a certain appeal," Mark teased, smirking as he leaned into kiss the man, shivering slightly as Harry curled an arm around his neck. He ended up on the bed with a slight push and Harry stepped into the vee of his legs, cupped his chin and pressed his lips to his.

Mark's heart skipped a beat at the kiss, as Harry's tongue traced his mouth and nipped. He groaned even as his cock hardened, his heart racing in his chest. He wrapped his arms around the man's waist to pull him closer, seeing Harry's eyes darken with arousal.

"Sooo… McSteamy… quite a nickname," Harry muttered, his green eyes sparking with what looked like mischief. "You earn that?"

"I have a reputation," Mark said, grinning at him and winking as he shucked his shirt off. Harry rolled his eyes, the heat in them obvious, and leaned into press a line of kisses from his chin down to his throat and Mark shuddered, going with Harry's slight push and lying down on his back.

"Yeah, I guess you do." Harry stared down at him, eyes sparking and widening with arousal as he looked Mark over. "You've fucked over half the nurses here, haven't you?"

Mark smirked and shrugged, watching as Harry pulled off his own shirt. The man had a few scars over his upper torso, with the one on his forehead being the one that drew Mark's attention. There was the one on his chest, the one that kind of looked like a red-green blossom tattoo and the scar on his left shoulder though Mark didn't know where either of them came from. "Yeah, I have. They couldn't wait to get their hands on this as you can see."

Harry snorted and pressed a hand to Mark's chest, warm and slightly pressing down to keep him in place. "I definitely see the appeal."

Mark watched as Harry leaned down, his hands tracing circles over his chest. Goose bumps followed Harry's fingers and Mark shivered as Harry followed his fingers with his tongue, laving over a nipple and then hovering over his waistband.

His cock hardened even more as Harry met his eyes, leaned down to press into him with a kiss. Mark let out a noise under his breath, whined at the lack of touch where he wanted it and tried to move on the bed. Harry was sitting between his legs, stroking his skin and making him go crazy with need, little light touches everywhere even as he slowly pulled down Mark's pants.

Mark curled an arm around Harry's back, pulling him closer so that he could kiss him. Harry blinked, his eyes widening with heated arousal, his tongue brushing against his mouth. Mark shuddered and opened his mouth, letting Harry in even as he felt Harry's fingers rub against his cock, through his clothes.

Pleasure brewed in his body, his fingers curling into the mattress underneath him. His heart beat steadily in his chest as Harry withdrew to partially pull off his own pants, throwing them somewhere off the cot. Mark reached up to trail his fingers over Harry's chest, feeling the raised bumps of what he thought had been a tattoo on his skin and now realized was a scar.

A scar that still looked as vivid as ever, red and orange and a slight hint of green centered over the man's heart. It looked like a blossom but… "Where did this come from?"

Harry stilled and looked down at him, reaching down to grip Mark's fingers. "That… that is a long story. Unpleasant too. And perhaps a little classified."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Classified?"

"It's a long story," Harry repeated, lowering down to kiss him again and let his hands go only to trail his fingers over Mark's cock.

He jolted up at the touch, groaning, all thought of where the strange scar had come from gone from his mind. Fingers trailed downward, stroking over his inner thighs to enter him and he moaned, arching into Harry's finger. The slick sound of skin and fingers pumping into him filled the room and Mark groaned, arching down onto Harry's fingers. Harry must have gotten lube somewhere but Mark hadn't noticed anything.

"You ever been on the bottom before?" Harry questioned, his voice hoarse and husky. His eyes were dark with arousal and there was a glint there that Mark couldn't quite decipher.

"No… Oh, fuck." Mark shuddered as Harry's finger hit his prostate, setting his nerves alight with pleasure. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he watched as Harry stared at him, his green eyes wide with pleasure.

"You look fucking beautiful like this."

Mark blinked and then smirked up at Harry, winking at him. "Of course… fuck. Of course I do."

Harry grinned and slid in another finger, stretching him open. Harry's other hand traced up his waist, trailing circles over his stomach before pressing down, keeping Mark down as he tried to buck up into the sensations. Warmth invaded him and his nerves sparked with pleasure even as Harry fingerfucked him with an ease that Mark hadn't seen before.

"You like having sex in a public place, hmm?" Harry muttered, meeting his eyes as he stretched him open. Mark shuddered underneath him, squirming around as sweat dropped down his forehead.

"Fuck." Mark moaned louder as Harry grinned, leaning down to lick a line up his cock, laving over the tip of it before swallowing him in one move. He yelped, tried to buck up only to be pressed down, held down by Harry's hand. Warmth and wetness encased him and Harry smirked up at him, swallowed around him and then withdrew.

Pleasure roiled through him as pre-come leaked from his cock. Harry grinned even as he pressed down into him for a hot kiss, pulling at a nipple, twisting it and rubbing over it and Mark whined again, louder.

Harry's eyes darkened as he hovered over him before reaching up to cup his cheek, tracing his thumb over Mark's mouth. Mark met his eyes before slipping his tongue out to lick at his finger and Harry groaned, his cock hardening even more at the sight.

"No desire to hide yourself," Harry continued, sucking in a tight breath even more as he watched Mark lick his finger. Mark looked utterly gorgeous like this, sweaty, hot and underneath him and Harry wanted to fuck him into the mattress. Harry pulled his fingers away and Mark groaned, reaching out a hand to curl into Harry's legs.

"Fuck me already," Mark croaked out, his voice hoarse.

"The whole hall could hear you and the last girl," Harry muttered, sliding back over Mark's body and deliberately rubbing his cock over the man's stomach. Mark groaned and lifted his legs hurriedly as Harry slid a pillow underneath his hips. "You know… you could do with a gag sometime."

Mark's eyes widened and he spluttered even as his cheeks reddened. Harry grinned, reaching down to lightly trail his fingertips across his thighs, scraping his nails over Mark's hard cock. He squirmed underneath him, his tongue peeking out from his mouth, and his eyes wide. Mark's breathing was shallow and Harry could tell the man was close.

"Just a thought," Harry whispered in teasing amusement before lining himself up and sliding home in one move. Mark yelled as his cock spurted pre come, his arms coming up to wrap around Harry. Harry shuddered as warmth encased him and Mark shuddered, shutting his eyes close.

Mark shuddered around him, his muscles clenching and unclenching, his breathing picking up. Harry reached down and kissed him again as he inched out slowly, letting the man adjust.

Mark tried to relax around Harry's cock, breathing fast and shallow, and heart racing. Pleasure sparked ran through him even as Harry leaned into him to press his lips to his, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Mark arched up, moaning as it jostled Harry's cock inside him.

"You ready?" Harry asked, his voice full of pleasure and just a hint of possessiveness. "Mark?"

"I… Fuck… I'd never gone… fuck...this far with a man," Mark croaked out as Harry began to move, sliding deeper, further into him and hitting that spot. Pleasure filled him, easing the ache from standing for an eight hour surgery. He felt full, full and surrounded and Harry's voice echoed in his mind. You could do with a gag sometime. Mark moaned at the thought and watched as Harry's eyes darkened with lust even further.

"I'm your first then?" Harry said, sliding in harder this time and slamming into his prostate and he cried out. "Why thank you."

Mark let out a strangled laugh, digging his nails into the bare skin of Harry's back. Harry sped up, fucking him harder with each thrust into him. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and he distinctly didn't remember locking the door and…

"I locked it," Harry croaked out, meeting his eyes. "Unless that's a thing you like? The thought of someone walking in on you?"

Mark froze, his eyes widening, before turning away, his cheeks heating for an entirely different reason. Memories of Derek walking in on him and Addison filled his mind and the sudden hand on his cock drew him out of them, making him shudder.

"Sloan, I locked the door. Don't worry," Harry murmured, reaching up to grip his chin. "Just focus on me. Focus on me and the fact that my cock is in you."

Mark groaned even as he stared up into Harry's eyes. "Kind of hard not to focus on that. Fuck."

Harry grinned and thrust in harder, hitting his prostate again and again. Mark breathed in fast and hard and Harry stroked his cock, pumping him until he spilled, staring right into Harry's eyes as he did. His toes curled and pleasure rode roughshod through him, his eyes fluttering closed.

Harry chased his own orgasm, fucking Mark through his and yelled out, his cock spilling into him.

"Who's in there with him?"

"I don't know. But whoever's in there is getting the sex that I've always wanted."

"Do you think they'd be willing to fuck me like that?"

"I didn't know Sloan liked men."

"He's had sex with nearly everyone in this hospital. Of course he likes men."

Harry sleepily opened his eyes even as he heard more whispers from the bed. There were clearly people on the other side of the door, people who sounded like interns or maybe even residents. He rolled his eyes as whoever it was on the other side of the door continued to whisper, something in his chest going tight at the thought of Mark fucking other people.

Mark groaned as he woke up, blinking his eyes open.

"I should be getting back to work," Harry remarked quietly, shrugging and swinging his legs off the bed. "And then I have… Fuck. I totally forgot about that press conference. Ahh."

Mark watched as he stood up, pulling on his clothes. "Press conference?"

Harry turned to look at him, his lips twitching up into a slight grin. "It's a long, classified story, Sloan. I'd be up for sex anytime though. I had fun. Definitely had more fun than I've had in a while."

Mark stared, blinked once or twice and then he smirked. "More sex it is then."

He reached out to curl an hand around Harry's leg as he walked back over to the bed.

"Sloan, not now," Harry murmured, slipping on his nurse's uniform and staring down at him. He eyed him before sighing, reaching down to lay his hand over Mark's. Harry's warmth invaded his skin and Mark shuddered with it, his cock perking up at even the barest touch. "I meant later. I have places to be, places that are on another continent."

Mark whined and Harry grinned, his eyes straying to Mark's bare chest. "McSteamy. You did earn the name. Don't you have another surgery to attend to?"

"Nah. Not until tomorrow."

"Then I'll see you later."

Mark watched as Harry withdrew his hand before the other man turned and headed over to the door. Harry paused at the door then turned, his eyes darkening with a possessive hint to them. Mark shivered at the sight, his heart skipping a beat.

"You were gorgeous you know," Harry offered, his voice low. "Beneath me."

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