Rating changed cause I use too many bad words and someone, I don't remember who because I hit my head on things, suggested I change the rating to R because of chapter 3.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long and I don't know what else to say, but thank you all for the reviews! Without any further delay, here's more.

Chapter 5 – Sparks

Harry bloody Potter just gave him mouth to mouth and said, "As you wish," willingly with no hookers around. But he could have /at least/ but some effort into it! Make the fucking sparks fly, you stupid, sexy, hot, ravishing BUTTHEAD!

"Potter, you would kill the person of boring-ness if you tried to give someone CPR. And for the record, I'm not convinced because you're crap at kisses. How does it feel to be beat then, Evans? Did it sting as much as my heart hurt when you beat me at every fucking Quidditch match?"

"Awww...Dracoooooo... don't be like that. Who said I was done anyway?" Flash asked slyly and used his soft, pretty, kissable, swollen lips to steal a French kiss from Draco's silky, full, pouty ones. Happily, the blonde kissed back and slipped hand down those annoying leather trousers and silky boxers to fondle the firm flesh underneath. Harry broke the kiss and removed the hand that was currently on his bare arse. "Convinced yet, Hun?"

Flame pouted childishly like a three-year-old that had just had his parents tell him he couldn't have the water gun he saw at the toy store. "That was so not fair, youuuuuuuu MEANIE!"

"Face it, doll. Life isn't fair. I said I'd give you a preview, not let you get in my pants and molest my butt. You might not have had people take your hand out of their pants, but too bad, get used to it. Now, take your pick. You want to fuck with me or not?" Harry wanted to smash his head on something right there. The whole-hand-down-his-pants thing was going to make him want to stomp on his new car. Bad, bad memories were coming back.

= Flashback =

He was simply walking down the street looking for a store where he could buy enough cigarettes to last him a while. Those yummy flavored ones in either lemon, lime, strawberry, or mind. Suddenly some sleazy-looking redhead bitch slipped a hand down the pack of his pants and pushed him against a wall.

Her ugly-ass wig fell off. Cho Chang had him up against a wall, trying to ravish the living hell out of him.

[Ugh! No! Go the fuck away you shitty, stupid, loser flashback! No fucking way! I do NOT need this right now!!!!]

= Flashback Ends =

Yucky!!!!!!! Flash screeched loudly at his mind. That stupid, bloody, annoying jackass of a mind. Horrible, icky, disgusting flashbacks always had to attack his poor, unfortunate mind at the entirely wrong time. This time it was right when he was just about to ravish Draco Malfoy. He shook his head vigorously to get his mind off the completely revolting thought. "Take your pick, Hun... before I change my mind."

"Come on. Shag me. Ravish me senseless. Fuck me. Let's give it a go, baby doll. I'll even return the favor, if your actions are worth it, that is," Draco challenged in his naughty stage manner. This was sure to be a night to remember, for it was the day he got screwed by the one and only Harry Potter and shagged that darling boy back all in the Muggle world.

"Is that what you're looking for?" Draco licked his lips and nodded. "My, my, I didn't know you had this side to you, Malfoy. But don't you worry, I'll make my 'actions' more than just /worth it/ if that's what you want." James murmured huskily into Flame's ear, and then reconnected their lips.

Draco got himself off the wall, snaked a muscled arm around Harry's lithe waist, and walked them both towards the leather couch in the living room. Since the ex-Gryffindor had absolutely no clue where he was going, he let himself be led. Dray let go o him for a mere moment, only to push the taller man onto the enormous leather loveseat in his trademark feisty manner.

Before Harry could say another word, the dominant side of the former Slytherin burst out of its cage and he found himself being straddled on the spot by the one and only Draco Malfoy. His silk shirt had been scrunched up past his waistband, baring a bit of his glistening skin. The blonde was licking his lip, teasingly asking for entrance into his now, mint-flavored mouth. Meanwhile, Dragon's hands were sliding themselves further up his shirt.

Refusing to be submissive, Evans flipped Malfoy, so he was the one doing the straddling, He removed the dangerously soft lips that had found their way to his neck and stole a feather light kiss. James let his mind drift off until Draco stole his lips away and began nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip. [If there's one more reason to dislike changes, it's Draco Malfoy's kiss, which hasn't changed since school.]

If there's one reason or one time to like submission, it's when Potter's the one on top.Dray tangled one hand in the dark hair, resulting in a rather happy, talented tongue practically shoved in a good way half way down his throat. No matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't stifle the whimpers and moans begging to escape the prisons of his throat.

James snaked an arm around the blonde's waist and laid him down on the cough. He placed himself down gently on Draco in such a way that the smaller man almost lost his precious self control right then and there. A shock of electricity shot through both their bodies, especially in the /lower/ areas.

Flame now had Flash's slender leg parting his thighs, his torso aligned perfectly with Potter's, a strong arm around his waist, soft lips sucking on his ear, and his arms around a perfect neck. This guy is definitely not the annoying, easily flustered boy I knew back in school. That sodding Gryffindork's been replaced with a handsome, devilishly red-hot Sex God.He did the thing he hated most when Harry bit down on his ear.

Draco moaned in pleasure at the rough treatment. He'd always been a bit of a masochist. James had one thought on his mind, surprisingly. [That was unbelievably kinky. Damnit. I should have kept those furry black handcuffs that Dustin gave me for Christmas in my pocket.] Feeling the need to regain his currently lost dignity, Dragon flipped James over harshly. "Am I just special, or do you always manhandle all the guys that wish to shag you?" the former Gryffindor growled sexily.

"I so was not MANHANDLING you! Malfoys don't play submissive, no matter how hot the other person is! But I guess, if that's how you feel, I can just stop here and let you sleep on the cough for the night." Draco stopped his actions and got off of Evans' body, walking towards his bedroom to get some sleep. He swayed his hips a bit more than needed, seductively, secretly hoping that Harry would change that stubborn mind of his.

"Oh really? Hmph. Then I guess you don't want the blowjob, possibly shag that's rightfully yours. So, if that's how you feel, I guess I'll be heading home now to see if my roommates have been castrated by my stupid ass neighbors," James hopped up and off the couch, grabbed his leather jacket and simply walked out of the flat, nonchalantly.

Draco rushed down the hallway, leaving the door open and promptly tackled the taller man to the ground. When he was completely on top of a very surprised, yet happy James, he huskily whispered, "I don't think you'll be getting away with this one, tremendously important rule. Nobody leaves a Malfoy before getting shagged or fucking one, Evans."

"You might not know this, but you've got to get off of me and carry me back to the cough /before/ I can fuck you because I don't think you want to get your bodily fluids all over the already filthy hallway," Flash drawled sexily right now to Flame's ear. He smirked as Malfoy blushed and hastily picked himself off of Harry. [Am I actually going to shag him? Well, I could use a good lay. Besides, I haven't slept with anyone for about six weeks anyway, maybe more.]

"Are you going to stay lying there all night, Potter? 'Cause honestly, I do have better things to do than standing around waiting for a good, unadulterated fuck all night. Though I wouldn't mind just having you laying there all flustered and looking so cute!" Draco rambled. Ooh... I like that word, "unadulterated."He knelt down on the ground and started tickling Harry mercilessly to make him get up and off the floor.

"No! Stop it, Malfoy! I'm" giggle "Ticklish! Finite! I'll get up!" James hollered, laughing in between words. He crawled out of Draco's grasp trying to escape the viscous tickling and finally picked himself off the ground. As soon as Harry stood up, he whirled Draco around and kissed him full on the lips.

But, before Flame could get the chance to return his kiss with that sweet mouth, Flash pulled away and ran into the flat's bathroom, locking the door. Draco pouted adorably outside the wooden door and shouted through it, "Quit being such a bloody fucking tease! If you don't get out of that bathroom, I'm going to have to wank off all over your pretty leather jacket!"

James rushed out of the marble-tiled bathroom in less than a second and when he did, the blond spun him around like he'd done before and stole a deep French kiss. He forgot all about his precious jacket and melted completely into the ex-Slytherin's breathtaking smooch. Before they knew it, the two of them were on thee couch snogging their asses off like there was no tomorrow. I ought to threaten to piss on his jacket next time for being such a sexy, mean little tease. See how he reacts to that. Hmm... I think I like that.

[That hot, evil, horny Malfoy! He just had to trick me like that. Stupid, attractive prat. That jacket cost me a fortune and three fucking months of feeling guilty for buying it.] Of course, the cough wasn't big enough to fit all of their continuous rolling around and caressing. That one last roll on the couch was the last straw. Couch got all mad. THUMP! James and Dragon fell off the cough with Draco on the bottom. Thankfully, all those fluffy couch pillow things that all fell off previously because of certain actions, to cushion their fall.

But, no matter. No matter at all. Draco was too into unbuttoning that silk shirt of Harry's to even notice the fall. Harry was way too obsessed with pulling that annoyingly tight gray muscle tee over Malfoy's head. As soon as the tee-shirt has been tugged over Flame's platinum blonde heat and the silk shirt covering Flash's yummy-looking, completely lickable top half had been torn off, they went back to kissing as if two minutes of ceasing it had been way too long.

There were no innocent or loving touches in this whole 'I'm so going to fuck you senseless' thing,' of course. Instead, there were rather teasing light caresses, hardcore massaging without the smelly oil, and enjoyable manhandling of very pleasing-eye-candy, known as muscles to the rest of the world. So, Mr. Hero Complex Potter likes to get down rough, eh? Well, I won't protest, as he wishes.[I take it Malfoy's don't take sex lightly either. Lucky bastard he is today, I happen to enjoy some serious fucking too.]

That when Sexy!Harry came to play. He created a trail of light, teasing, taunting butterfly kisses from Draco's jaw line to his pale, carved, naked neck, down to his marble torso. James stopped to graze his teeth on the top of Dragon's six-pack. Flame threw his head back and arched up for a harsher bite, moaning in ecstasy. He felt himself bleeding lightly and found that he liked it.

Flash kissed the spot good-bye and licked the mildly bleeding area, making Malfoy grit his teeth and grab at Evans' hair to prevent himself from crying out the ex-Gryffindor's name so loud, it'd wake the whole fucking building up.

The doorknob turned, but it went away unnoticed. Harry was at the waistband of Draco's soft, silky pajama pants with the blonde shivering in anticipation. A certain dark-haired, blue-eyed man walked through the door. Flash untied the strings of Dragon's pants with his teeth. In the background, another ex-Slytherin cleared his throat pretty loudly..

Both men looked up. Holy fuck.

TBC...

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- driven to insanity