Fourth Chapter – Torturous Pleasure

Take me far with one long embrace because your smile melts the one on my face.

Harry woke up very early the next day. He felt really hot, almost as though he was on fire. No matter how hard he tried his dreams were always the bad ones, the sexual ones. He nearly came in two of those dreams but an owl's hooting had woken him up. And of course, it was Cedric who was the star of his imaginary porn films.

He remembered what Cedric had told him in the Hufflepuff Common Room, something that might've made him come if he had to hear it again from the same person.

"I love you, Harry, and I want to make love to you, no!" whispered Cedric lovingly, his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I want to go beyond that, beyond physical sex. Yes…" They slowly went down to Harry's chest. "I want to strip you of your virginity, Harry, in more ways, in every way humanly possible," Then to Harry's hips. "I want you…no one and nothing else but you, my dearest, loveliest, sweetest Harry. I want to hear you screaming, straining to say my name over and over again. And I want you to enjoy every bit of it," Cedric kissed Harry on the cheek. "I'll make sure you never try to find anyone else besides me," And they kissed feverishly one last time before parting.

Harry touched his lips with two fingers. He had tasted Cedric so intimately. He was intoxicated with his kisses, his touch, his breath, and his overwhelming warmth. Somehow, Cedric knew how to totally arouse him. The feeling of the older boy's hands all over him still gave him goosebumps. Never had he been groped that way, or groped in general. The sensation had sent fireworks inside Harry.

"We meet tomorrow night in the library," Cedric had said. "We shall make each other's desires come to life then," Harry wasn't able to say anything. His pants had suddenly become tighter.

During breakfast, Harry sat on the side that was turned away from the Hufflepuff table. If he was to react to Cedric in a funny way, Hermione and Ron might just find out about their plan that night.

"You seem disturbed today, Harry," said Hermione, seeing that he still had a lot of food on his plate halfway through the meal. "Are you alright? Did something happen between you and You-Know-Who?"

Not yet, thought Harry, although his answer was "I'm okay, and no,"

"Oh," Hermione popped a cherry tart in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed first before speaking. "I thought maybe you'd confessed to him or something like that,"

Harry kept quiet. Wrong move.

Ron frowned. "Harry, you told him, didn't you?"

"What?" Hermione nearly choked. "Y-you're not serious, are you?" Harry was still. "Oh my word--! Harry, why didn't you tell us? What did he say to you? Were you rejected?" Her food went to the side.

"He didn't say anything," lied Harry. If he told them the truth, they were sure to stop him from going further. "I…I ran off when I'd told him. I think I heard him call me back, but I was too nervous to even look where I was going until I realized I was already in front of the Fat Lady," Ron and Hermione had an "And--?" look on their faces, so he continued. "I can't look at him now. I feel so embarrassed," That wasn't a lie. To like kissing someone, want more, and admit it was rather awkward; at least for Harry.

"Worse things could've happened, right?" said Ron. "And he called you! He must've wanted to say something to you, too,"

You have no idea, thought Harry. H e couldn't stop countering what they were saying. They knew the exact truth, but they didn't even know it.

"A hand suddenly brushed against Harry's cheek. He knew it was Cedric by the smell of his perfume that Harry simply loved. True enough, Cedric was the one who passed by, smiling at Ron and Hermione as he did. Harry was stuck in his seat, blushing furiously.

"Wow," said Fred, appearing behind Harry as soon as he saw it. "What did you tell him, Harry?"

Harry quickly stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes. He wasn't going to let that part of his secret out of its bag. Nuh-uh.

On a normal day, Harry would wish it were already nighttime once or twice every subject so that he can rest and have Hermione repeat every lesson to him, which was one of the few ways he did so he would be able to pass. But since it was a day far from being normal, he wished four times per subject, and the thought of studying and resting didn't come to mind was replaced by something even more important: being with Cedric.

At first he was able to control his anxiety. He just had to pay attention to Professor Flitwick as he taught them a mild Seducing Charm, which wizards and witches usually used to get a bargain in shops and ask for more gifts during the holidays. Harry thought it was pointless to use it that way. The ideas he had were more…practical.

During Divination was when Harry's excitement began to increase rapidly. The lesson on seeing the future in the pattern of alternating comets passing and meteor showers made him think of seeing beautifully colored stars when he and Cedric were kissing. He just had to laugh lovingly at the memory. Ron ignored him.

Their last class for that day was double Potions, and Harry was almost at the peak of his patience. He had waited long enough. He had not done anything except to play with his quill, rock himself, stare at the board, poke Ron, poke Hermione, write Cedric's name in his notebook, rock himself again…The wait was driving him insane, though his reasons for being in that state of annoyance was unclear.

And then it occurred to him. We're going to have to sex! I'm going to be screwed by Cedric Diggory!

He stood up so unexpectedly that even Snape had a startled expression on his face for just about a second. Harry had never really thought of that. He knew what 'to make love' was, but to actually do it? Things floated in his brain, and they weren't pleasing at all.

"Potter!" Snape called for the third time. Harry blinked twice, nodded, and sat back down. He looked dazed. "Detention after this for you!"

It took a few seconds for Harry to understand, and when he did his eyes grew. "No! You can't give me detention, Professor! I mean, not today at least! Please!"

"I don't give exceptions, Potter," said Snape, amused by the look of horror on his student's face. "And if you say another word I'll add another two sessions to your punishment,"

Harry sighed. He checked his watch. He had six hours before meeting with Cedric, or rather, before he was robbed of his innocence with his permission.

Detention was horrible. Snape had ordered Harry to copy a 14-inch essay by hand fifty times, and he was only allowed to go if he was finished with every single one. At the 23rd copy his hand was almost numb, and by the last one his entire right arm was sore. Snape only smirked at him and let him go.

Harry took a few minutes to rest in the Common Room. It was already quarter to ten, whereas their meeting was at ten sharp. Harry wasn't at all discouraged to go, except he felt really tired. He yawned and decided to rest his eyes for a while.

Opening them again, what felt like a minute was actually an hour. Harry panicked. Cedric! He thought. He got up and ran to the library as fast as he could. "Please be there, please be there," said Harry to himself. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He had no intention of disappointing Cedric, but what if he didn't believe that he was in detention? What if Cedric got mad at him once he arrives? Horrible questions ran through him. When he reached the library, though, all he could feel was the fast beating of his heart.

Harry slowly pushed the door open, No one was there, but the lamps were still burning. He crept inside. He carefully walked along the widest aisle, checking every shelf for Cedric. The desperation inside him wanted to get out to bad. If he were to cry, though, Filch might hear him.

Just then, Harry heard a sound. He looked behind him. Nothing. He was about to face front when a hand covered his mouth and he was pulled into the darkness. Harry tried to scream "Cedric!" but alas, his capturer was strong. When he was released, Harry collapsed to the floor and wept. He was sad and afraid and nervous all at the same time. All he wanted was Cedric, his beloved Cedric, and to be with him. Was that too much to ask?

"Harry, I'm so sorry," Cedric took him in his arms and cradled him. "I didn't mean to scare you. Harry…Oh Harry I just wanted to surprise you. Forgive me," Harry looked up at him, his emerald eyes glinting with tears. He frowned slightly, and embraced Cedric. Cedric reddened. Their bodies seemed to be perfect molds of each other. "I knew you'd come," he said at last.

"I…didn't disappoint you?" whispered Harry.

"You would never be able to disappoint me," said Cedric, stroking Harry's hair. "Although you made me worry. I was about to go look for you when you arrived," He kissed Harry's forehead. "I've waited for this moment, Harry. I was afraid it would never happen,"

Harry felt his robes being removed by steady hands, which later on went to again stroke his hair and caress his back. Searching lips found his, and soon warm tongues were battling for dominance. The same smooth hands found their way underneath Harry's shirt, going over his smooth pale chest. The Gryffindor found himself moaning slightly, new to the wonderful sensation that only his love could give him. Cedric then kissed down his neck and sucked the hollow base ever so gently. More moans escaped the younger boy's mouth; it only turned the other on badly.

As soon as Harry's shirt had gone over his head and lay discarded on the floor, his passionate partner planted feathery kisses on his chest until his lips came to envelop a nipple. One lick equaled a jerk; one suck an intake of air. Harry was so responsive there was no denying he was a virgin; Cedric was honored and very much pleased to be the one to take it from him.

"I can't wait until you come, love," Cedric said softly, his voice beyond sensual. "If you already look so beautiful during foreplay, what more when we're already at the best part?" Harry tried to catch his breath wile the Hufflepuff pulled his pants and boxers off of him. He felt cold but became warm again as the boy on top of him had also removed his slacks and went down on him once more. Harry could feel a hardness touch his own arousal, causing him to redden.

"Are you alright?" asked Harry softly when Cedric stopped. His voice was so small it almost resembled a girl's. "I-it's okay if we don't…do this…I mean, if you don't want to—"

"Nonsense," said Cedric with a smile. It's not like I forced him to be with me, he thought. He wants something, me, and I'm willing to give it. Besides, it won't just be for my benefit. He resumed by retracing the path of kisses he had made on the younger boy's body. He thought Harry's skin had the texture of cream and the scent of fresh powder. In short, tempting.

Harry felt Cedric go lower and lower his body. He was rather insecure about what he had down there. He had never been so curious and sex-driven as to touch himself inappropriately, especially down there. He encountered it while taking a bath, he had no choice after all, but for it to be exposed like that to someone he had only just realized existed was outrageous. He wondered what Cedric thought of that part of him. He felt the older boy's breath near that, and he had to hold his own.

"Relax," advised Cedric. "This won't hurt, I swear,"

That's not what I'm worried about, thought Harry, trying to follow what Cedric had told him. Did it ever occur to him that this is my first time? I don't know what I should do, if I should scream or stay silent or…OH GOD! Cedric had taken the tip of Harry's manhood into his mouth, sucking it repeatedly. "Nnn…" moaned Harry. Every inch of pleasure he had in his body suddenly concentrated on that part of him. The way Cedric was doing it showed how experienced he really was. For a second Harry asked himself if perhaps the prefect had other sexual relations before him, but tremendous waves of desire overwhelmed him when Cedric began to stroke his shaft while he continued to suck, and so the idea went away. "Ah…Ah…Nnn…Ah…Ce…Cedric…" The Hufflepuff acted deaf and quickened his pace. Emerald eyes dilated with immense sexual bliss; gray eyes remained close. Free mouth tried to find more air to breathe; the other tried to drive one crazy. Moments later Harry's eyes shot open as the warmth inside him burst into flames—he came in Cedric's mouth.

"I…I'm sorry, Cedric…I…I wasn't able to…hold it…Oh God…" Harry whimpered, and tears ran down his cheeks. He felt humiliated, dirty even. Cedric must've been disgusted by him at that moment.

"Ssh, Harry, you did just as you were supposed to," explained Cedric, wiping the Gryffindor's eyes with his hands. "It's normal during sex, don't worry. If you hadn't come, then that would've been worse. But you did, Harry, and you do taste as wonderful as you look," He gave his young lover an erotic kiss, letting him taste himself. He's so damn innocent, he said to himself as he did so. That makes him even more irresistible. God. I hope nothing bad comes out of this.

"Cedric," whispered Harry, his arms entangled around the older boy's neck as he was licking the side of his neck. "You made me feel so good. I think it was worth the wait for all this. But…" Cedric stopped for a while to look into Harry's eyes. "…I want to pleasure you, too,"

The Hufflepuff smiled at him. "I don't need that, Harry," he replied. "I wanted you to get what you came for. I'm here because of that and nothing else. Your satisfaction is my own happiness, alright?"

Frowning, Harry analyzed the situation. It was true that Cedric had given him such a wonderful experience, but what about Cedric himself? Didn't he have desires of his own, too? No. Harry wasn't going to go anywhere unless both their wishes were fulfilled.

Without warning, Harry caught Cedric off-guard and tackled him to the floor, so that he was the one on top. Cedric had a look that said, "Don't do this", but the young Gryffindor ignored it. Why is he resisting me? He asked himself. He repeated what the other had done to him without realizing how good he was at it. It was the older boy's turn to lose himself to the wild sensations being made on his skin. Soon Harry had reached his throbbing member. Cedric waited in anticipation and gasped when he felt the moist warmth surround him. He looked down and saw that Harry was bobbing his head up and down, his suction in perfect rhythm.

Is he…for real? Thought Cedric in between groans. If this…is his first…and he seems…like a professional… then what more…if…he becomes experienced? With one last lick of Cedric's tip, Harry made him come. The younger boy used his fingers to make sure he had every drop before swallowing it. When he sat up with both legs folded at one side and some of his fingers still in his mouth, Cedric blushed. Harry looked like an angel.

"Come here," invited Cedric, opening his arms and reaching out for his lover. He made Harry go on top of him, specifically near his manhood. "Because I might hurt you if I'm on top, I'm letting you decide how you want it to be," Harry nodded, his face flushed. "Do you know what I'm asking you to do?"

"I think so," answered Harry. He placed his hands on Cedric's stomach for balance as he raised the lower end of his body. Slowly, he let Cedric's erect manhood enter him. He winced at first, feeling rather awkward, but in time he got used to it and continued to descend until the older boy was completely inside of him. Harry was already panting then. He gazed into Cedric's gray orbs. Cedric lifted himself so he could kiss his lover, assuring him that everything was okay and that he could take his sweet time. Harry smiled.

It began very slowly. The younger boy had a bit of trouble with pumping. Only when Cedric helped him by placing both hands on either side of his hips were they able to get anywhere. At first Harry wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, but when he heard his lover groaning he found he was in the right path. He, too, had his share of moans as Cedric caressed his manhood in time with his movements. For a while they were like that, two bodies melting with love into one.

It was in one fiery moment, one perfect passionate moment, that they both had their climax.

"Harry…" Cedric embraced his lover from behind and kissed his shoulder blades. "Remember when you confessed to me?" Harry nodded. "You know…that's been one of my dreams ever since I first saw you three years ago,"

"Three years ago?" asked Harry. "You mean…when I was in first year?"

"Uh-huh," replied Cedric. "I was in third year then, and it was when I went to the lavatory that you were sorted so I didn't know you were there at all. And then I heard someone talking about you—friends of mine—and from then on I became so curious. I mean, you're Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, famous for defeating You-Know-Who. My father always told me stories about you when I was young. He told me how wonderful you were and how everyone thought you were one of a kind. I was inspired by what I found out, Harry; you could just imagine how alarmed I was when I saw you for the first time. It was like…seeing a god or something. And now," He tightened his grip around Harry's chest. "I have you right here with me. You belong to me and I belong to you. An invisible thread connects us. It's amazing, isn't it? To think that I only wanted an autograph…"

Harry chuckled. He faced the older boy and leaned against his chest. "I hope you think that what we've done is worth more than any autograph, Cedric,"

"It's priceless," said Cedric, combing back Harry's wet hair. "You're priceless. I'll never leave you, Harry,"

Harry smiled gently. He believed Cedric's every word. He had never felt safer in someone's arms. Cedric kissed him one last time that night.

"The traitor had arranged a signal for them: 'The one I kiss, he is the man; arrest him.' And he went directly to Jesus and said, 'Good evening, Master' and he gave him a kiss. But Jesus said to him, 'Friend, do what you came for.' Then they laid hold of Jesus and arrested him." --Matthew 26:48-50

Author's Note: At last! I'm done with the dangerous scene! Whoo! -Wipe sweat- I haven't written a love scene in almost a year. Geez. I had a hard time trying to find the right words. Go thesaurus! Haha! Err, sorry about that bible excerpt. Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss remember? So basically it's the same with Harry and Cedric. Haha! I just realized that Cedric compared Harry to a god. That's nice. I didn't expect that…Oh well. Thanks for reading! (btw, this chapter is for you, Eternal Dumas :))