WARNING: If you don't like SLASH...well, what are you still doing in here? ;) Hehehe
But seriously, if you don't like slash well then you might take heed, because this chapter contains some pretty boys gettin' down and frisky. Nothing graphic/smutty/lemony. Just turnin' up the heat a notch ;)
I repeat: boy/boy lovin' here within. You have been warned. Or, erm, enticed? O.o (if ur a slash fan *grin*)
Oh yes, and there's swearing as well. BTW: This chapter might seem a little, shall we say, insane? I say blame the honey-roasted cashews and coffee. *grin*
a/n:
*To everyone who asked for a bit more spice in the story and a bit more saucy action between the boys: well...here you go ;) Hope u like it hehehe.
*To Grath: Sorry I haven't updated Velvet Darkness yet, but trust me, I've almost finished the next two chapters for it :D So it should be updated vewwy soon! And some of the other fics are coming along as well. :) Thankyou for your continuing support!
*To everyone who has reviewed: your support is invaluable and very much loved. Thankyoooooooooo!!! *glomps all*
*To my 'regular reviewers' (u know who u r ;) ): thanku! your kindness and effort in reviewing my work and keeping up with my fics really means very much to me :)
I promise right at the end of this I will have a big BIG thankyou to each of u individually. My precious reviewers!! *mwa*
I would do that for each chapter except I've been rather busy, so I haven't been able to. Next time...next story, I'll thank all u guys that take the time to review, in separate chapters :)
REPOST: Last time I posted this, it wouldn't work properly for some reason. Let's hope that this repost enables you to view Chapter 9 without having to put ?? after the address :)
And now...on with the show...
At first they were just a jumble of limbs and bodies and socks, which often, at best, looks like a messy jumble or limbs and bodies and socks. But when the parties involved are Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with their bodies locked together in a such a provocative manner that they should have a sticker with "Mature Adults Only" slapped on them, then...well, suddenly it goes from being a pile of arms and legs to something...
//So incredibly hot. You do the Hokey Pokey and you - ah whatever. I'll do the Potter. You go do your bloody muggle Hokey Pokey, you stupid disembodied voice!!
I'll use the Malfoy way then; use my 'vicious' tongue and 'untamed' mouth to bowl over Potter.
Stupid Gryffindor. Don't think he realises that he's not so in charge of the situation as he'd like to be.//
Speaking of socks though, for one insane moment Harry's mind drifted to a completely different topic - which was astounding, considering he was pinned beneath Malfoy's lithe sculpted form - and he remembered that the socks he was wearing were knitted for him by Dobby. He would have felt wistful, if it were not for the gentle warmth of lip against lip, the subtle pressure and sweet invasion of another mouth against his. And suddenly Draco Malfoy was kissing one Harry Potter.
//Come out, come out Potter...open your heart and mouth to me...good boy...//
To add to the absurdity of the circumstances, they were lying in a room full of muggle goods, on a plastic Twister mat, with muggle music in the background and a baby - a baby with an appetite for human blood - playing in the next room.
Romantic, erotic or ideal weren't exactly the right words to describe the situation.
But then Harry remembered that he had set the sordid affair in motion. Thrown down the proverbial gauntlet. Or the promiscuous Malfoy. But since when had Malfoy taken control of the reins?
Harry decided that he since he was supposedly an honourable Gryffindor and a man of his word, he would uphold the challenge. Conquer the mountain. Or mount the conniving Malfoy...?
Perhaps with death only a month away...
//...Insanity is a good way to go out. God he drives me insane...Malfoy you bastard. You're still trying to beat me after the seven years of torture at Hogwarts. But perhaps the methods you're employing now aren't so torturous...inventive, smarmy, randy git.//
His hands snaked around the Slytherin, one hand on the smooth plane of the man's back, the fingers of the other tangling themselves in the slick strands of Malfoy's hair. And in the end, if this were a Quidditch match (Slytherin vs. Gryffindor of course) it was Slytherin who won for once. Or to be technical, the mouth of a Slytherin.
Harry abandoned all logic and gave admittance to Draco, who proceeded to go about exploring Harry's mouth as if it was his own personal Chamber of Secrets (complete with its own frisky Basilisk).
//We shouldn't. I shouldn't. If anyone ever found out...relations with a client... strictly forbidden...rules of the job. I could lose my whole career over...this...this one dalliance. One fling. But oh...//
Malfoy moaned into the warm cavern of Harry's mouth, his hands holding Harry's head in an almost possessive manner. And to Harry, possession felt good. His hands bunched up the fabric at the back of Malfoy's shirt, tugging up slightly to reveal a small expanse of smooth damp skin. His hands roamed the warm skin of Draco's torso, his fingers rediscovering the small gem from earlier and revelling in the way the tiny rock felt under his touch.
//How can I stop when this feels...//
//So wrong.//
//So right? And it's not a fling...is it? Fuck the job. Fuck the Ministry. He's all...//
Malfoy further deepened the kiss, and daring to slowly open his eyes, found himself reflected in green through glass. One hand still holding Harry, Malfoy flung off Harry's glasses and continued to stare down at him. There was something about the gaze they held.
//It's not cosmically right. But his dizzying cologne dizzies up my head and I think if I don't stop inhaling him my allergies are going to play up and I'm going to start sneezing and getting snotty and then he'll stop kissing me because who wants to kiss a snotty four-eyed git? Oh hang on, snotty git that can't even see him because he needs glasses are somewhere else right now. Urgh!!
But...
We fit together like a jigsaw, inevitably like every cliche muggle couple throughout history...then again most of them ended up dying for love so I think I'll stop thinking about it.//
//He's got a seeker's arms and I'm the one he's seeking. I'll be his snitch. Pretty blonde fluttery hollow decoration hanging off his arm and every word. I'll be whatever he damned well wants me to be.//
//Find the answers in a blurry world.//
//But NO! It's not right, it'll never work. There's bills to pay and money to inherit and ministry juniors to do over and peoples' heads to screw with. And hexes to throw at the occasional hapless muggle.//
//Like I could come to love losing me in him. And I could fall into his arms because it probably feels like home.//
//Like we seem right, so wrong, so perfect, so wonderful, so fucking wrong. Seven years of fighting. A lifetime of waiting. But it's just not right...//
//Who cares about the future when all I can feel that's drifting over me is Malfoy's presence. His kisses are full of arrogance and he oozes with hairgel and narcissistic over-confidence.
But who cares?
Narcissism is VERY becoming on him.//
//Forget the voices in your head. Forget consequences. Forget anything but how he feels so right against you. Memorise the feel of him; unscarred and perfect. Perfect Precious Potter.//
//The smell of him; rich, expensive, musky...the smell of twilight.//
Malfoy indulged himself in the feeling that was being held by Harry, mouths and arms entwined, feeling warm, safe and...loved? Wanted?
//You've wanted this but denied yourself of it for how long exactly? I'm falling into who-the-hell knows where and I just realised I don't give a damn. I think I've denied myself of being in safety's arms. After all, Potter will protect me.//
//Forget the past...forget being the Boy Who Lived and having to save the world again...and again.....and again. Those days are over. Get your OWN life. Stop putting everything off.//
//Live tomorrow today.//
Harry arched his back and dug his heels into the mat, lightly swivelling his hips upward so they ground against Malfoy's ever so s..l..o..w..l..y.
"Potter you're torturing me." Malfoy groaned, letting his eyelids flutter shut.
"Perhaps...it seems the tables have turned then, Malfoy." Harry grinned mischievously, before letting out an undignified yelp as he found their positions being swapped so that he ended up where Malfoy was before. The smirking blonde bestowed similar pelvic actions (as Harry was performing previously) on him.
"Bastard." Harry muttered. "Devious arrogant slimy-" He stopped talking as Malfoy's hands snaked up and nimble fingers began freeing the buttons on Harry's shirt.
"Malfo-"
"Shhhh...concentrating." Malfoy pointed at the shirt with a look of absolute serious concentration on his face (which Harry would have seen if the world wasn't a load of obscure blobs and shapes).
Harry snorted.
"It's not like it's one of Snape's potions. Shirt. Button hole. Simple concept, you dumb schmuck." The last part was muttered.
"Oh touche!" Malfoy said. "But I must agree with you though....how about this then?" He literally ripped the rest of the shirt off Harry, dragging it down until it hung (utterly ruined of course) in a manner that left Harry's shoulders and collar bones revealed.
"Bloody brilliant." Harry sighed, subconsciously using Ron's phrase.
//Please...please don't let this turn out to be some bet, some joke with his work mates...//
Malfoy grinned. He kissed the shell of Harry's ear, before slowly moving his lips down south, tracing the smooth length of Harry's neck with his mouth. He placed tiny, delicate, decidedly un-Malfoy kisses on the column of Harry's throat, only to replace them with fiery passionate ones that Harry was sure would leave marks later on - battle scars if you will.
Or souvenirs of the occasion if you're the tourist type.
//Oh...//
//Damn you. Damn you, Potter. You're getting me hooked on you. Addicted so that I O-D on you and have to be sent to St. Mungo's.//
Harry sighed as the blonde's tongue grazed the flesh where his neck met his collarbones, dipping into the small hollow there. He closed his eyes as he felt it continue along the defined angular line of his collar bone until it met his shoulder, where more light butterfly kisses were placed on his skin.
"Draco..." Harry let out a soft moan. Then he felt rather anxious, thinking the blonde might have had a smirk on his face as he called out his name. Far from it, Draco had rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck, gentling nuzzling the damp skin and breathing in a scent that was....
//Most definitely Harry. Harry...mine. All mine...//
He was breathing heavily and his eyelids had fallen almost completely shut. Harry felt Draco's warm breath on his neck. He looked down and placed a tender kiss on the strands of platinum hair. At the embrace, Draco turned to look up at Harry, lips parted slightly in anticipation and eyes glazed over with l-
When suddenly, a loud, sharp, offending cry came from the next room.
"Shit!" Draco yelled, rolling out from under Harry (which meant that Harry had to fall with an offensive thump on to the floor). "Azure...oh shit! Erm...Harry! Glasses, shirt...oh fuck!" He jumped up, almost falling over after getting tangled in the plastic of the game mat.
Draco continued to mutter and babble a load of words and curses to himself - half of which was an incoherent jumble that Harry couldn't hear. Harry took his glasses, which were practically shoved into his hand. As he put them on he could see Draco trying to madly pat down his normally sleek and styled hair, which was currently totally messed and sticking out at rather odd angles. Harry stared in utter disbelief as the blonde insanely swatted at his crumpled clothes in an attempt to smooth them out, still muttering away.
//What in Merlin's name?! I think the little rodent's lost it. He's raving on like a complete and utter lunatic. Hmph! Trust Draco Malfoy to go from sensual to psycho in less than a minute!!//
Draco stomped away into the next room, still gabbling random curses under his breath. Harry shook his head in amazement at the absolute maniac Malfoy was as he stared after him, before following the man while trying to readjust his torn shirt. It was then that he noticed he was missing a sock. Damn.
He really liked those socks.
But seriously, if you don't like slash well then you might take heed, because this chapter contains some pretty boys gettin' down and frisky. Nothing graphic/smutty/lemony. Just turnin' up the heat a notch ;)
I repeat: boy/boy lovin' here within. You have been warned. Or, erm, enticed? O.o (if ur a slash fan *grin*)
Oh yes, and there's swearing as well. BTW: This chapter might seem a little, shall we say, insane? I say blame the honey-roasted cashews and coffee. *grin*
a/n:
*To everyone who asked for a bit more spice in the story and a bit more saucy action between the boys: well...here you go ;) Hope u like it hehehe.
*To Grath: Sorry I haven't updated Velvet Darkness yet, but trust me, I've almost finished the next two chapters for it :D So it should be updated vewwy soon! And some of the other fics are coming along as well. :) Thankyou for your continuing support!
*To everyone who has reviewed: your support is invaluable and very much loved. Thankyoooooooooo!!! *glomps all*
*To my 'regular reviewers' (u know who u r ;) ): thanku! your kindness and effort in reviewing my work and keeping up with my fics really means very much to me :)
I promise right at the end of this I will have a big BIG thankyou to each of u individually. My precious reviewers!! *mwa*
I would do that for each chapter except I've been rather busy, so I haven't been able to. Next time...next story, I'll thank all u guys that take the time to review, in separate chapters :)
REPOST: Last time I posted this, it wouldn't work properly for some reason. Let's hope that this repost enables you to view Chapter 9 without having to put ?? after the address :)
And now...on with the show...
At first they were just a jumble of limbs and bodies and socks, which often, at best, looks like a messy jumble or limbs and bodies and socks. But when the parties involved are Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, with their bodies locked together in a such a provocative manner that they should have a sticker with "Mature Adults Only" slapped on them, then...well, suddenly it goes from being a pile of arms and legs to something...
//So incredibly hot. You do the Hokey Pokey and you - ah whatever. I'll do the Potter. You go do your bloody muggle Hokey Pokey, you stupid disembodied voice!!
I'll use the Malfoy way then; use my 'vicious' tongue and 'untamed' mouth to bowl over Potter.
Stupid Gryffindor. Don't think he realises that he's not so in charge of the situation as he'd like to be.//
Speaking of socks though, for one insane moment Harry's mind drifted to a completely different topic - which was astounding, considering he was pinned beneath Malfoy's lithe sculpted form - and he remembered that the socks he was wearing were knitted for him by Dobby. He would have felt wistful, if it were not for the gentle warmth of lip against lip, the subtle pressure and sweet invasion of another mouth against his. And suddenly Draco Malfoy was kissing one Harry Potter.
//Come out, come out Potter...open your heart and mouth to me...good boy...//
To add to the absurdity of the circumstances, they were lying in a room full of muggle goods, on a plastic Twister mat, with muggle music in the background and a baby - a baby with an appetite for human blood - playing in the next room.
Romantic, erotic or ideal weren't exactly the right words to describe the situation.
But then Harry remembered that he had set the sordid affair in motion. Thrown down the proverbial gauntlet. Or the promiscuous Malfoy. But since when had Malfoy taken control of the reins?
Harry decided that he since he was supposedly an honourable Gryffindor and a man of his word, he would uphold the challenge. Conquer the mountain. Or mount the conniving Malfoy...?
Perhaps with death only a month away...
//...Insanity is a good way to go out. God he drives me insane...Malfoy you bastard. You're still trying to beat me after the seven years of torture at Hogwarts. But perhaps the methods you're employing now aren't so torturous...inventive, smarmy, randy git.//
His hands snaked around the Slytherin, one hand on the smooth plane of the man's back, the fingers of the other tangling themselves in the slick strands of Malfoy's hair. And in the end, if this were a Quidditch match (Slytherin vs. Gryffindor of course) it was Slytherin who won for once. Or to be technical, the mouth of a Slytherin.
Harry abandoned all logic and gave admittance to Draco, who proceeded to go about exploring Harry's mouth as if it was his own personal Chamber of Secrets (complete with its own frisky Basilisk).
//We shouldn't. I shouldn't. If anyone ever found out...relations with a client... strictly forbidden...rules of the job. I could lose my whole career over...this...this one dalliance. One fling. But oh...//
Malfoy moaned into the warm cavern of Harry's mouth, his hands holding Harry's head in an almost possessive manner. And to Harry, possession felt good. His hands bunched up the fabric at the back of Malfoy's shirt, tugging up slightly to reveal a small expanse of smooth damp skin. His hands roamed the warm skin of Draco's torso, his fingers rediscovering the small gem from earlier and revelling in the way the tiny rock felt under his touch.
//How can I stop when this feels...//
//So wrong.//
//So right? And it's not a fling...is it? Fuck the job. Fuck the Ministry. He's all...//
Malfoy further deepened the kiss, and daring to slowly open his eyes, found himself reflected in green through glass. One hand still holding Harry, Malfoy flung off Harry's glasses and continued to stare down at him. There was something about the gaze they held.
//It's not cosmically right. But his dizzying cologne dizzies up my head and I think if I don't stop inhaling him my allergies are going to play up and I'm going to start sneezing and getting snotty and then he'll stop kissing me because who wants to kiss a snotty four-eyed git? Oh hang on, snotty git that can't even see him because he needs glasses are somewhere else right now. Urgh!!
But...
We fit together like a jigsaw, inevitably like every cliche muggle couple throughout history...then again most of them ended up dying for love so I think I'll stop thinking about it.//
//He's got a seeker's arms and I'm the one he's seeking. I'll be his snitch. Pretty blonde fluttery hollow decoration hanging off his arm and every word. I'll be whatever he damned well wants me to be.//
//Find the answers in a blurry world.//
//But NO! It's not right, it'll never work. There's bills to pay and money to inherit and ministry juniors to do over and peoples' heads to screw with. And hexes to throw at the occasional hapless muggle.//
//Like I could come to love losing me in him. And I could fall into his arms because it probably feels like home.//
//Like we seem right, so wrong, so perfect, so wonderful, so fucking wrong. Seven years of fighting. A lifetime of waiting. But it's just not right...//
//Who cares about the future when all I can feel that's drifting over me is Malfoy's presence. His kisses are full of arrogance and he oozes with hairgel and narcissistic over-confidence.
But who cares?
Narcissism is VERY becoming on him.//
//Forget the voices in your head. Forget consequences. Forget anything but how he feels so right against you. Memorise the feel of him; unscarred and perfect. Perfect Precious Potter.//
//The smell of him; rich, expensive, musky...the smell of twilight.//
Malfoy indulged himself in the feeling that was being held by Harry, mouths and arms entwined, feeling warm, safe and...loved? Wanted?
//You've wanted this but denied yourself of it for how long exactly? I'm falling into who-the-hell knows where and I just realised I don't give a damn. I think I've denied myself of being in safety's arms. After all, Potter will protect me.//
//Forget the past...forget being the Boy Who Lived and having to save the world again...and again.....and again. Those days are over. Get your OWN life. Stop putting everything off.//
//Live tomorrow today.//
Harry arched his back and dug his heels into the mat, lightly swivelling his hips upward so they ground against Malfoy's ever so s..l..o..w..l..y.
"Potter you're torturing me." Malfoy groaned, letting his eyelids flutter shut.
"Perhaps...it seems the tables have turned then, Malfoy." Harry grinned mischievously, before letting out an undignified yelp as he found their positions being swapped so that he ended up where Malfoy was before. The smirking blonde bestowed similar pelvic actions (as Harry was performing previously) on him.
"Bastard." Harry muttered. "Devious arrogant slimy-" He stopped talking as Malfoy's hands snaked up and nimble fingers began freeing the buttons on Harry's shirt.
"Malfo-"
"Shhhh...concentrating." Malfoy pointed at the shirt with a look of absolute serious concentration on his face (which Harry would have seen if the world wasn't a load of obscure blobs and shapes).
Harry snorted.
"It's not like it's one of Snape's potions. Shirt. Button hole. Simple concept, you dumb schmuck." The last part was muttered.
"Oh touche!" Malfoy said. "But I must agree with you though....how about this then?" He literally ripped the rest of the shirt off Harry, dragging it down until it hung (utterly ruined of course) in a manner that left Harry's shoulders and collar bones revealed.
"Bloody brilliant." Harry sighed, subconsciously using Ron's phrase.
//Please...please don't let this turn out to be some bet, some joke with his work mates...//
Malfoy grinned. He kissed the shell of Harry's ear, before slowly moving his lips down south, tracing the smooth length of Harry's neck with his mouth. He placed tiny, delicate, decidedly un-Malfoy kisses on the column of Harry's throat, only to replace them with fiery passionate ones that Harry was sure would leave marks later on - battle scars if you will.
Or souvenirs of the occasion if you're the tourist type.
//Oh...//
//Damn you. Damn you, Potter. You're getting me hooked on you. Addicted so that I O-D on you and have to be sent to St. Mungo's.//
Harry sighed as the blonde's tongue grazed the flesh where his neck met his collarbones, dipping into the small hollow there. He closed his eyes as he felt it continue along the defined angular line of his collar bone until it met his shoulder, where more light butterfly kisses were placed on his skin.
"Draco..." Harry let out a soft moan. Then he felt rather anxious, thinking the blonde might have had a smirk on his face as he called out his name. Far from it, Draco had rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck, gentling nuzzling the damp skin and breathing in a scent that was....
//Most definitely Harry. Harry...mine. All mine...//
He was breathing heavily and his eyelids had fallen almost completely shut. Harry felt Draco's warm breath on his neck. He looked down and placed a tender kiss on the strands of platinum hair. At the embrace, Draco turned to look up at Harry, lips parted slightly in anticipation and eyes glazed over with l-
When suddenly, a loud, sharp, offending cry came from the next room.
"Shit!" Draco yelled, rolling out from under Harry (which meant that Harry had to fall with an offensive thump on to the floor). "Azure...oh shit! Erm...Harry! Glasses, shirt...oh fuck!" He jumped up, almost falling over after getting tangled in the plastic of the game mat.
Draco continued to mutter and babble a load of words and curses to himself - half of which was an incoherent jumble that Harry couldn't hear. Harry took his glasses, which were practically shoved into his hand. As he put them on he could see Draco trying to madly pat down his normally sleek and styled hair, which was currently totally messed and sticking out at rather odd angles. Harry stared in utter disbelief as the blonde insanely swatted at his crumpled clothes in an attempt to smooth them out, still muttering away.
//What in Merlin's name?! I think the little rodent's lost it. He's raving on like a complete and utter lunatic. Hmph! Trust Draco Malfoy to go from sensual to psycho in less than a minute!!//
Draco stomped away into the next room, still gabbling random curses under his breath. Harry shook his head in amazement at the absolute maniac Malfoy was as he stared after him, before following the man while trying to readjust his torn shirt. It was then that he noticed he was missing a sock. Damn.
He really liked those socks.