Makalani Astral: Yeah. Lol aren't I evil?
yaoi-is-gay-13: Aren't they just? I love 'em yo pieces.
KORNfused Pyro: Oh, new faces! candy to all new peeps
oracle: Isn't it?
kamui5: Glad you think so. So many stories can be the same and it gets kinda boring.
Sheree: Here you go. Sheesh. Happy now?
addmoose2004: I've always wanted to be an author, so I just might take your advice on that. If you wanna know just how much I write, I constantly carry like five notebooks around with me.
Ferfer: I know, I totally think that would be hilarious if people just started calling him that.
puresilver: It's odd how gay people get portrayed as weak. And here's your scene, though there is some slight softness ahead, I couldn't help myself.
Dru Black: They should pay! throws rocks as well
mydogisfudge: I love your name!
Alora: Glad you love it. Here's your chap.
Lyndsay-Marie: grins We all have our moments.
Knarsarwen2: Thanks, shall fix that when I have time.
USAcat: Hope this is detailed enough for you.
Kuramalovergirl15: Here's your chap, hope ya like it.
DevilsAngel19: Voila!
The scene of the mating just wasn't coming out right, so I took a scene from the story "In the Heat of the Night" by Angels Whisper. I just wanted to give this awesome author the credit due to her, anyone who hasn't read the story might like it and I encourage you to do so. Although I changed who was doing what and got rid of some things, it's still her scene.
Chapter 11
Over the next few days the four discovered some interesting things. One of which was the fact that if Harry and Draco or Blaise and Kevin couldn't have enough contact with each other than they could just hold each other's dragons. This proved to be extremely useful. They could now argue and not have to stay together; it made their relationships more normal.
When the two Slytherins disappeared for the day, their dragons kept the two Gryffindors company and vice versa. The day to the deadline was only a day away when Draco and Blaise came to their two boyfriends and led them into the trunk. Inside the trunk were two room-like buildings. Blaise and Kevin took the one to the left and, Draco and Harry took the one to the right.
As Harry went inside he gasped. The room was dimly lit with floating candles, black and white candles. The ceiling was enchanted to look like a night sky with stars and the full moon. The walls were as if they weren't even there. The floor was covered in grass and a creek trickled softly. There was a basket in the middle and a picnic blanket laid out.
Harry was stunned, "This is . . . is . . .beautiful." He was in awe.
Draco grinned, "I though you would like it, though I did have some help planning this. Shall we eat?"
Harry nodded and sat down. Inside the picnic basket was some sandwiches, fruit, salad, wine (specially ordered from Blaise's mom, who was more than happy to help her son with his mate, his friend, and his friend's mate), cheese, cider, and desert.
They ate, talking comfortably, drinking very little of the wine, but enjoying just having it there. There were no awkward silences anymore and they kissed every once in a while, each time getting more passionate, deep, until finally they set aside the food and wine.
Draco captured Harry's lips again, the fire in him ever- present. Harry grasped Draco's waist with his hands, sliding his hands slowly up, pulling Draco's shirt up in the progress. Draco returned the favor, tickling Harry's soft skin on his way.
Harry moaned when Draco slowly left Harry's lips, moving his slowly to Harry's neck, nipping and kissing the soft skin under the strong curve of Harry's jaw. His hands pulled the see-through shirt all the way off, revealing the slightly tanned skin of Draco's chest.
Harry sought Draco's lips, kissing him long and lovingly, letting his hands travel up and down Draco's torso, memorizing every inch of the warm skin. They both kept their eyes open, staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Harry urged Draco gently to sit up, keeping their lips locked. Smiling, Harry let go of him, tracing the curve of Draco's neck with his fingers first and then with his lips. Humming softly, Harry opened his mouth, and lightly nipped Draco's neck. Draco, tilted his head back, revealing his neck entirely to Harry. Their souls searched for another, binding them together for all eternity.
Licking their lips, they broke the contact, again looking in each other's eyes. Harry smiled when he saw the images floating through Draco's mind. He slumped back down, pulling Draco with him. Giving no time to recover, Harry rolled over, pinning Draco under him. They kissed fiercely.
Draco moaned when Harry continued his path down, stopping for a moment, Draco flipped them over again, so he was on top. He licked Harry's right nipple, teasing it with his teeth. Harry arched his back, searching for full-body contact.
'Please. . . Please Draco. . .' Harry didn't even notice when he started to beg in his own head and not out loud.
'Don't worry, you'll have all of me soon . . .' Draco purred, smiling against Harry's skin, not realizing that he could now speak directly to Harry's mind.
Draco left Harry's skin for a couple of seconds, just to pull his own shirt all the way off. He bent down again and continued to kiss the tender skin on Harry's flat abdomen, tickling him with his tongue. Harry's breathing came in ragged pants, when he fisted his hands in the soft grass Draco smirked lasciviously at him, while opening the buckle of Harry's belt.
With a soft purr, Draco opened the button and the zipper. Gently, he pulled the black leather down Harry's hips, down his thighs and off. Admiring the long, tanned legs, Draco returned where he had left, kissing down from Harry's bellybutton. Harry gasped loudly when Draco reached his shaft and kissed up it's whole length. Draco purred louder when he licked the few drops of pre-come from the tip, eliciting hoarse moans from Harry. With one quick, but gentle move he took Harry's entire length into his mouth.
'Please . . . Faster . . .' Harry panted.
Draco smiled around Harry's shaft, sucking him, but not strongly enough to release him. Draco waved his hand and summoned a little vial from a hidden bag without even speaking the incantation. Teasing Harry with his teeth, Draco opened the vial and dipped his index and middle finger in the silky substance, covering them entirely. Harry spread his legs and Draco pressed one finger against Harry's entrance, slowly slipping the digit inside. Harry gasped and squirmed under him. Draco let him adjust, continuing his soft licks. When Harry started to relax, Draco added the other finger, scissoring them to stretch the Gryffindor. Harry moaned loudly, arching his back. His release came when Draco purred again, sending the vibrations up Harry's spine. Draco swallowed every drop and licked his lips when he returned to Harry's side, keeping his fingers inside him.
Harry kissed him hungrily, fumbling with the buckle of Draco's belt. Quickly he pushed the jeans off and grabbed Draco's arse, squeezing it. He encircled Draco's waist with his legs, silently begging him to fill him. Draco reached for the vial and lubed his shaft before nestling between Harry's thighs.
Carefully, he pushed inside, stopping every now and then, letting Harry adjust. When his beloved started to push against him, urging him deeper, Draco started to move. Building a slow rhythm, they made love to each other, their souls locked as one for eternity. Hitting the soft spot inside Harry, Draco brought him back to the state he was at a few moments ago. Feeling his own release approaching, Draco snaked his hand to Harry's shaft, starting to pump him in time with his thrusts. They moaned loudly together when the slippery edge of their orgasm came so close.
Kissing hungrily, they screamed their releases into each other mouths. Draco slumped on top of Harry, completely out of breath.
'That . . . Was . . . Amazing . . .' Harry panted, stroking Draco's sweat covered back.
'I know . . .'
Slowly Harry rolled on his side, keeping Draco close to his body.
'I love you. And now you're mine, completely.' Draco smiled gently, kissing him with so much tenderness that Harry thought he would cry.
'I love you too . . .'
Slowly they slipped to the world of dreams, holding each other.