Harry Potter & Carbon Copies of You
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Two: The Stalking Is Complete
One month later, Harry had succeeded in still keeping his return a secret. He had secured a small house for himself and his manservant and the have been living there for the better part of three weeks. Also having been there for a month, Harry and his manservant had finally gotten used to the time change and they were accustomed to the differences.
So as the morning light was peeping through the curtains in the bedroom, they fell across a naked sleeping Harry. The light hadn't reached his bearded face, so he wasn't awake from that, but the light did stream over his muscular, hairy chest, rock hard stomach and in the silver blonde hair of the manservant that had his mouth firmly attached to Harry's penis. As he awoke, Harry clamped his hand firmly in the hair of the manservant, so that he wouldn't loose a moment's contact with that wonderful tongue that was working its magic.
"Oh, yeah, that's it! Do it right!" Harry moaned, before intense pleasure found his body.
"Did you like that Master?" the slave asked.
"Yes, I did. You're better than an alarm clock."
The slave smiled and cuddled into his master's body enjoying the warmth it provided.
* * * * *
An hour or so later Harry emerged from his shower and began to get dressed as his breakfast was brought to him by his naked manservant.
"Smells good," Harry commented, "are you ever going to put any clothes on while we are in England?"
"Don't you like looking at my body Master?" the slave asked once again.
"I like looking at your body very much, but you need to wear clothing while we're in this country. I've told you before."
"Stupid country." He muttered under his breath.
Harry had heard him say that, but ignored it just the same. "I'm going out and I have no idea when I'll be home tonight."
"Tracking your prey again Master? His bounty must be high for us to stay here so long."
"This is not a job, this is personal." Harry responded.
The slave's face went pale and his eyes became very wet, "It's him isn't it? You've finally come to take him as your lover."
Harry frowned and said, "I wouldn't go that far." Then he started to get dressed, but stopped when heh began to hear the sounds of crying.
"You're going to leave me aren't you Master?" the young man said as tears went streaming down his cheeks.
Harry went to his slave and drew him into a tight hug.
"Please kill me Master, please. I don't want to be all alone again. Please promise me you'll kill me, rather than send me into that fate." He sobbed heavily as he begged Harry.
"No more talk of dying. No more talking about being left alone, I'm throwing you out for anything, I swear. Have I ever gotten rid of you when I took a lover?"
"No Master, but none of them was him. He's the one you want." The slave sniffed.
"He may still reject me, so I wouldn't get to worried if I were you." Harry said soothingly.
"Will you promise me that you'll kill me rather than throw me away?"
"Will it make you feel better?" Harry asked.
His slave nodded his head 'yes.'
"Alright then, I promise, you'll never have to live without me."
* * * * *
Several hours later, Draco Malfoy enters his private penthouse apartment where he lives with his young lover. He had just spent the most grueling evening of his life with his wife, Pansy and her parents. The only bright spot in his night was spending time with his son, Adrian.
"Alberto? I'm home, where are you?" Draco called out when he reached the sitting room.
He was met by silence.
'That's odd,' he thought, 'Alberto knew I'd be home tonight.' Draco slowly drew out his wand and began to creep from room to room.
When Draco reached the master bedroom, he found his Brazilian lover naked and strapped to the bed and a gag in his mouth. Draco moved to aid the much younger man when he heard a voice he hadn't heard in years.
"I see your taste in men hasn't changed in all these years. Dark hair, smooth chest, green eyes, or are those contact lenses? How Muggle of you Malfoy?"
Draco spun around to face the man standing in the dark corner of the room, "Potter!" he spat.
"Malfoy." He replied.
"They said you were dead."
Harry laughed, "Then I'd say they, who ever they are, were wrong."
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked without once lowering his wand.
"I've come to take the one thing that's been missing in my life."
Draco smirked and asked, "And what would that be?"
"You"
Draco laughed and lowered his wand, "Save your shoes the travel, that road is long closed." Then he turned to the man in his bed and performed the counter curse to release him.
"I almost shagged your boy there, but decided it was too much like shagging myself, so I decided to not."
"He's nothing like you Potter." Draco said without meeting Harry's eyes.
"You don't think so? Hmmm, I'd say we looked amazingly alike. Do you call him by my name when you take him?"
"Of course not, Potter." However, the naked man gave him a look that said otherwise.
"I think he would say differently, if he dared." Harry said with a chuckle, "Don't worry about it, I have one at home that's a junior version of you."
Draco's eyes went wide, 'He has a boy that looks like me for his pleasure?'
"What's your name boy?" Harry asked the naked man.
"Alberto Portillo." He answered.
"The star seeker of the Brazilian Quidditch team who quit mysteriously last season?" Harry asked as he drew the young muscular man in to him and kissed him. The Brazilian melted in Harry's arms, unable to stop himself.
Draco watched in erotic wonder as his lover was taken by Harry in that kiss, but then he came to his senses and shouted, "HEY!"
"You enjoyed watching Malfoy, you always did."
True enough he did love to watch, he didn't know how many men he had paraded through this flat to shag Alberto as he watched. "Wait a minute, how did you know that?"
"I've been watching you for the past month. I know what your appetites are. Now take off your clothes."
"What? Why?" Draco sputtered.
"I want to watch you take him like you've always wanted to take me, but never were able to."
Draco's mouth watered, this was a fantasy come true for him, but he would have been damned to let Harry have the upper hand.
"No, Potter, I am not your plaything. You do not tell a Malfoy what to do!"
"In that case sit down and watch and keep quiet." Harry said as he shrugged off his robes and let them fall to the floor revealing his beautifully muscular, naked body.
Alberto immediately began to lick one of Harry's nipples, wanting him hungrily.
Harry smirked at Draco, picked the Brazilian up and carried him to the bed. When he had the younger man in position, he used his wand to perform the lubrication charm and roughly shagged the Quidditch player for Draco's amusement.
Even Draco had to admit it; this was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Slowly he slid off his dress robes and undid his trousers as he watched Harry and Alberto on his bed. As Draco began to stroke himself in rhythm to the scene on his bed, he noticed that Harry was watching him as well.
"Come and join us Draco, you know you want to."
Harry was right Draco did want. He wanted a great deal at that moment. Standing from his chair, Draco slid the remainder of his clothing off and climbed into bed with the two raven haired men. Harry slowly pulled out of Alberto and Draco took his place and began to shag the young man as Harry moved in behind Draco to take him as well.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Harry whispered huskily in Draco's ear.
Harry was enjoying it. He had wanted Draco for years, ever since their last year at Hogwarts. During their final Quidditch game, Harry had fantasized over shagging Draco in the middle of the pitch, he almost missed catching the snitch. Almost, that is, it was still Quidditch after all. Now there he was in bed with his heart's desire, shagging the hell out of him as Draco shagged the hell out of a carbon copy of Harry.
"When I get you back to my house, you're going do this to me as I shag my slave." Harry said to him just before he erupted inside of Draco.
"Slave?"
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Two: The Stalking Is Complete
One month later, Harry had succeeded in still keeping his return a secret. He had secured a small house for himself and his manservant and the have been living there for the better part of three weeks. Also having been there for a month, Harry and his manservant had finally gotten used to the time change and they were accustomed to the differences.
So as the morning light was peeping through the curtains in the bedroom, they fell across a naked sleeping Harry. The light hadn't reached his bearded face, so he wasn't awake from that, but the light did stream over his muscular, hairy chest, rock hard stomach and in the silver blonde hair of the manservant that had his mouth firmly attached to Harry's penis. As he awoke, Harry clamped his hand firmly in the hair of the manservant, so that he wouldn't loose a moment's contact with that wonderful tongue that was working its magic.
"Oh, yeah, that's it! Do it right!" Harry moaned, before intense pleasure found his body.
"Did you like that Master?" the slave asked.
"Yes, I did. You're better than an alarm clock."
The slave smiled and cuddled into his master's body enjoying the warmth it provided.
* * * * *
An hour or so later Harry emerged from his shower and began to get dressed as his breakfast was brought to him by his naked manservant.
"Smells good," Harry commented, "are you ever going to put any clothes on while we are in England?"
"Don't you like looking at my body Master?" the slave asked once again.
"I like looking at your body very much, but you need to wear clothing while we're in this country. I've told you before."
"Stupid country." He muttered under his breath.
Harry had heard him say that, but ignored it just the same. "I'm going out and I have no idea when I'll be home tonight."
"Tracking your prey again Master? His bounty must be high for us to stay here so long."
"This is not a job, this is personal." Harry responded.
The slave's face went pale and his eyes became very wet, "It's him isn't it? You've finally come to take him as your lover."
Harry frowned and said, "I wouldn't go that far." Then he started to get dressed, but stopped when heh began to hear the sounds of crying.
"You're going to leave me aren't you Master?" the young man said as tears went streaming down his cheeks.
Harry went to his slave and drew him into a tight hug.
"Please kill me Master, please. I don't want to be all alone again. Please promise me you'll kill me, rather than send me into that fate." He sobbed heavily as he begged Harry.
"No more talk of dying. No more talking about being left alone, I'm throwing you out for anything, I swear. Have I ever gotten rid of you when I took a lover?"
"No Master, but none of them was him. He's the one you want." The slave sniffed.
"He may still reject me, so I wouldn't get to worried if I were you." Harry said soothingly.
"Will you promise me that you'll kill me rather than throw me away?"
"Will it make you feel better?" Harry asked.
His slave nodded his head 'yes.'
"Alright then, I promise, you'll never have to live without me."
* * * * *
Several hours later, Draco Malfoy enters his private penthouse apartment where he lives with his young lover. He had just spent the most grueling evening of his life with his wife, Pansy and her parents. The only bright spot in his night was spending time with his son, Adrian.
"Alberto? I'm home, where are you?" Draco called out when he reached the sitting room.
He was met by silence.
'That's odd,' he thought, 'Alberto knew I'd be home tonight.' Draco slowly drew out his wand and began to creep from room to room.
When Draco reached the master bedroom, he found his Brazilian lover naked and strapped to the bed and a gag in his mouth. Draco moved to aid the much younger man when he heard a voice he hadn't heard in years.
"I see your taste in men hasn't changed in all these years. Dark hair, smooth chest, green eyes, or are those contact lenses? How Muggle of you Malfoy?"
Draco spun around to face the man standing in the dark corner of the room, "Potter!" he spat.
"Malfoy." He replied.
"They said you were dead."
Harry laughed, "Then I'd say they, who ever they are, were wrong."
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked without once lowering his wand.
"I've come to take the one thing that's been missing in my life."
Draco smirked and asked, "And what would that be?"
"You"
Draco laughed and lowered his wand, "Save your shoes the travel, that road is long closed." Then he turned to the man in his bed and performed the counter curse to release him.
"I almost shagged your boy there, but decided it was too much like shagging myself, so I decided to not."
"He's nothing like you Potter." Draco said without meeting Harry's eyes.
"You don't think so? Hmmm, I'd say we looked amazingly alike. Do you call him by my name when you take him?"
"Of course not, Potter." However, the naked man gave him a look that said otherwise.
"I think he would say differently, if he dared." Harry said with a chuckle, "Don't worry about it, I have one at home that's a junior version of you."
Draco's eyes went wide, 'He has a boy that looks like me for his pleasure?'
"What's your name boy?" Harry asked the naked man.
"Alberto Portillo." He answered.
"The star seeker of the Brazilian Quidditch team who quit mysteriously last season?" Harry asked as he drew the young muscular man in to him and kissed him. The Brazilian melted in Harry's arms, unable to stop himself.
Draco watched in erotic wonder as his lover was taken by Harry in that kiss, but then he came to his senses and shouted, "HEY!"
"You enjoyed watching Malfoy, you always did."
True enough he did love to watch, he didn't know how many men he had paraded through this flat to shag Alberto as he watched. "Wait a minute, how did you know that?"
"I've been watching you for the past month. I know what your appetites are. Now take off your clothes."
"What? Why?" Draco sputtered.
"I want to watch you take him like you've always wanted to take me, but never were able to."
Draco's mouth watered, this was a fantasy come true for him, but he would have been damned to let Harry have the upper hand.
"No, Potter, I am not your plaything. You do not tell a Malfoy what to do!"
"In that case sit down and watch and keep quiet." Harry said as he shrugged off his robes and let them fall to the floor revealing his beautifully muscular, naked body.
Alberto immediately began to lick one of Harry's nipples, wanting him hungrily.
Harry smirked at Draco, picked the Brazilian up and carried him to the bed. When he had the younger man in position, he used his wand to perform the lubrication charm and roughly shagged the Quidditch player for Draco's amusement.
Even Draco had to admit it; this was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Slowly he slid off his dress robes and undid his trousers as he watched Harry and Alberto on his bed. As Draco began to stroke himself in rhythm to the scene on his bed, he noticed that Harry was watching him as well.
"Come and join us Draco, you know you want to."
Harry was right Draco did want. He wanted a great deal at that moment. Standing from his chair, Draco slid the remainder of his clothing off and climbed into bed with the two raven haired men. Harry slowly pulled out of Alberto and Draco took his place and began to shag the young man as Harry moved in behind Draco to take him as well.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Harry whispered huskily in Draco's ear.
Harry was enjoying it. He had wanted Draco for years, ever since their last year at Hogwarts. During their final Quidditch game, Harry had fantasized over shagging Draco in the middle of the pitch, he almost missed catching the snitch. Almost, that is, it was still Quidditch after all. Now there he was in bed with his heart's desire, shagging the hell out of him as Draco shagged the hell out of a carbon copy of Harry.
"When I get you back to my house, you're going do this to me as I shag my slave." Harry said to him just before he erupted inside of Draco.
"Slave?"
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review