an: In this chapter there'll be some lyrics you might recognise from the song "The Point of No Return" from the musical "The Phantom of The Opera". I don't own the lyrics you recognise or anything to do with the Phantom productions. Andrew Llyod Webber and his bunch own that. Regular disclaimer still applies of course :D
Anywayz, hope u enjoy this chapter ;) Again, things get taken up a notch, and this time it includes some rather raunchy behaviour from the boys. Yes boys. I repeat: I don't know what you'd be doing this far in if you didn't know, but this is SLASH. That means boys getting norty. *wink* You have been warned! This fic contains norty behaviour and language!!
And again: if anyone feels this should get an R-rating please let me know :)
"Left foot yellow."
But of course to us, it would have sounded like a sinister hissing. Two socked feet reached for a yellow spot each, following what the spinner had landed on. The game progressed rapidly, the room filled with nothing but strange serpent noises and the shuffling of arms and legs.
"We need some music." Draco muttered at last. At that point, his foot was trapped under Harry's arm and his leg was contorted over Harry's. "Something to fill in this awkward silence." With a few more muttered words a slow swinging jazz number surrounded them.
"Awkward silence? If that's awkward then I don't know what you'd call having your limbs entangled with those of an eternal peroxide addict."
"Don't tell me you don't...enjoy it." Malfoy, being the flexible person he was, carefully manouvered himself so that his leg slowly rubbed against Harry's, the material of his expensive wool blend trousers shifting against the ribbed black of Harry's cords. And for the smallest amount of time, Harry really really didn't mind the friction. In fact, if the reaction his body was giving was any kind of indication, he found the contact between them seemed almost...almost...
But then he realised that he really really needed to get back to reality.
"Stop that you pervert!" Harry jerked himself away from the other man so quickly he almost lost his balance. That would have meant his foot slipping off the spot underneath and therefore losing the game. Which was what Malfoy had planned for - a sneaky victory.
Or at least Harry hoped that's what Malfoy had planned for. In any case, all he got from Malfoy was an annoyingly cheeky grin.
//I'd do anything to take that grin away. Even use my own mouth on his just to stop him smirking at me.//
Harry swore at Malfoy in Parseltongue. And suddenly, without warning, Malfoy found that Harry speaking in that eerie reptilian language meant more than just a language to him. In fact, he suddenly found his clothes to be extremely constricting. The room seemed to be...
//Increasingly hot. Am I thinking of the room, the weather, or HIM?? Or perhaps me? Yes, well, we can't have an ugly Malfoy now can we? I don't think that's even possible...//
He stared at Harry, and forgot about his own egotistial inner ravings, and realised just how attractive those little dots of perspiration on the other man's upper lip were.
"Damn you Potter." He muttered under his breath.
"Correction, you bloody oaf: damn YOU! This is all a ploy to distract me. Stop it! You're not going to win." But there was a strange hitch in his voice and it was breathy and it was a dead give away that he wasn't entirely hating the situation.
The reply he got from the Slytherin was a purred chuckle that tickled the shell of his ear.
"How do you know this is just a distractive tactic?"
//Denial isn't a pretty thing on him. In fact, the only pretty thing on him...the only thing
that looks good on him....
should be me.//
"Always had to win at everything didn't you Potter?"
"Fuck you Malfoy."
//Now dominance IS something that's very becoming on him.//
Malfoy was the first to break their gaze. Malfoy was right - Harry never was one to lose anything, and somewhat unsettled, Harry continued the game.
And then it happened. Was it fate or something cosmic? Or maybe it was just two people, giving in to the inevitable.
It was after several more rounds, Harry now finding Malfoy's body arched above his in a manner that Malfoy's shirt had hitched up, revealing the toned plane of his stomach. Harry found his eyes being attracted to a tiny green and silver ornament imbedded in Malfoy's navel. It sparkled as it caught the light, and before he knew it the words had slipped out of Harry's mouth.
"I think your belly-button's winking at me." He hungrily eyed the jewel piercing.
//Past the point of no return...no backward glances...what the hell is he doing to me?! Damn persistent Malfoy. Perhaps I should take up singing muggle musical songs for my supper. That would suit my Orphan!Potter image well. Perhaps I could get the part of Oliver... look how sparkly that gem in his navel is...//
An eternity stretched between them. Malfoy gulped, looking at the dazed lust glinting in Harry's eyes. Harry's hand reached up, fingertips gently grazed over the peircing. Malfoy tried hard not to squirm but his back arched involuntarily as he felt Harry's almost shy touches across his stomach.
//The games we've played till now are at an end...past all thought of "if" or "when"...no use resisting...abandon thought...and...
His skin does feel like silk...//
//Let the dream descend. Now where did that come from? I dabble in muggle fetishes too much...Oh God, hear me out just this once. I'm a Malfoy and I don't pray much and you probably haven't heard from me since I was about seven. But if you can hear me, don't let this be a dream.//
"The game..." Malfoy tried in futility. He glanced at the game mat, but found the colourful circles swimming before his eyes.
"Fuck the game." Harry's voice was husky. His other hand let go of its balance on the ground.
They tumbled to the plastic mat below them.
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cookiejarnotes:
*cough cough*
Don't ask me how I got inspired to write...that *looks at above*
*looks at her coffee and chocolate*...I think it was the caffeine high...^_^
Anywayz, thankyou for your reviews...u know how much they mean to me! Keep reviewing sweeties!
XXX
IMPORTANT:
Chapter 9 does not appear to work if you try to access it the normal way, and the line "story not found" will come up. It will work, however, if you type ?? after the address in the address bar of your browser.
Sorry about this, I don't know why it won't work, but yeah...if you happen to know how to cure this please let me know, it'll be a big help! Thanks!
Anywayz, hope u enjoy this chapter ;) Again, things get taken up a notch, and this time it includes some rather raunchy behaviour from the boys. Yes boys. I repeat: I don't know what you'd be doing this far in if you didn't know, but this is SLASH. That means boys getting norty. *wink* You have been warned! This fic contains norty behaviour and language!!
And again: if anyone feels this should get an R-rating please let me know :)
"Left foot yellow."
But of course to us, it would have sounded like a sinister hissing. Two socked feet reached for a yellow spot each, following what the spinner had landed on. The game progressed rapidly, the room filled with nothing but strange serpent noises and the shuffling of arms and legs.
"We need some music." Draco muttered at last. At that point, his foot was trapped under Harry's arm and his leg was contorted over Harry's. "Something to fill in this awkward silence." With a few more muttered words a slow swinging jazz number surrounded them.
"Awkward silence? If that's awkward then I don't know what you'd call having your limbs entangled with those of an eternal peroxide addict."
"Don't tell me you don't...enjoy it." Malfoy, being the flexible person he was, carefully manouvered himself so that his leg slowly rubbed against Harry's, the material of his expensive wool blend trousers shifting against the ribbed black of Harry's cords. And for the smallest amount of time, Harry really really didn't mind the friction. In fact, if the reaction his body was giving was any kind of indication, he found the contact between them seemed almost...almost...
But then he realised that he really really needed to get back to reality.
"Stop that you pervert!" Harry jerked himself away from the other man so quickly he almost lost his balance. That would have meant his foot slipping off the spot underneath and therefore losing the game. Which was what Malfoy had planned for - a sneaky victory.
Or at least Harry hoped that's what Malfoy had planned for. In any case, all he got from Malfoy was an annoyingly cheeky grin.
//I'd do anything to take that grin away. Even use my own mouth on his just to stop him smirking at me.//
Harry swore at Malfoy in Parseltongue. And suddenly, without warning, Malfoy found that Harry speaking in that eerie reptilian language meant more than just a language to him. In fact, he suddenly found his clothes to be extremely constricting. The room seemed to be...
//Increasingly hot. Am I thinking of the room, the weather, or HIM?? Or perhaps me? Yes, well, we can't have an ugly Malfoy now can we? I don't think that's even possible...//
He stared at Harry, and forgot about his own egotistial inner ravings, and realised just how attractive those little dots of perspiration on the other man's upper lip were.
"Damn you Potter." He muttered under his breath.
"Correction, you bloody oaf: damn YOU! This is all a ploy to distract me. Stop it! You're not going to win." But there was a strange hitch in his voice and it was breathy and it was a dead give away that he wasn't entirely hating the situation.
The reply he got from the Slytherin was a purred chuckle that tickled the shell of his ear.
"How do you know this is just a distractive tactic?"
//Denial isn't a pretty thing on him. In fact, the only pretty thing on him...the only thing
that looks good on him....
should be me.//
"Always had to win at everything didn't you Potter?"
"Fuck you Malfoy."
//Now dominance IS something that's very becoming on him.//
Malfoy was the first to break their gaze. Malfoy was right - Harry never was one to lose anything, and somewhat unsettled, Harry continued the game.
And then it happened. Was it fate or something cosmic? Or maybe it was just two people, giving in to the inevitable.
It was after several more rounds, Harry now finding Malfoy's body arched above his in a manner that Malfoy's shirt had hitched up, revealing the toned plane of his stomach. Harry found his eyes being attracted to a tiny green and silver ornament imbedded in Malfoy's navel. It sparkled as it caught the light, and before he knew it the words had slipped out of Harry's mouth.
"I think your belly-button's winking at me." He hungrily eyed the jewel piercing.
//Past the point of no return...no backward glances...what the hell is he doing to me?! Damn persistent Malfoy. Perhaps I should take up singing muggle musical songs for my supper. That would suit my Orphan!Potter image well. Perhaps I could get the part of Oliver... look how sparkly that gem in his navel is...//
An eternity stretched between them. Malfoy gulped, looking at the dazed lust glinting in Harry's eyes. Harry's hand reached up, fingertips gently grazed over the peircing. Malfoy tried hard not to squirm but his back arched involuntarily as he felt Harry's almost shy touches across his stomach.
//The games we've played till now are at an end...past all thought of "if" or "when"...no use resisting...abandon thought...and...
His skin does feel like silk...//
//Let the dream descend. Now where did that come from? I dabble in muggle fetishes too much...Oh God, hear me out just this once. I'm a Malfoy and I don't pray much and you probably haven't heard from me since I was about seven. But if you can hear me, don't let this be a dream.//
"The game..." Malfoy tried in futility. He glanced at the game mat, but found the colourful circles swimming before his eyes.
"Fuck the game." Harry's voice was husky. His other hand let go of its balance on the ground.
They tumbled to the plastic mat below them.
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cookiejarnotes:
*cough cough*
Don't ask me how I got inspired to write...that *looks at above*
*looks at her coffee and chocolate*...I think it was the caffeine high...^_^
Anywayz, thankyou for your reviews...u know how much they mean to me! Keep reviewing sweeties!
XXX
IMPORTANT:
Chapter 9 does not appear to work if you try to access it the normal way, and the line "story not found" will come up. It will work, however, if you type ?? after the address in the address bar of your browser.
Sorry about this, I don't know why it won't work, but yeah...if you happen to know how to cure this please let me know, it'll be a big help! Thanks!