Silence is Golden – Chapter 2 (Better Uses for the Day)
It was one thing to know that your boyfriend was an Assassin of an ancient Brotherhood. But it was another thing to see in person. And that was what Harry was seeing constantly. Maybe not the killing part. But every day he saw people with robes of different colors passing through. And he had seen Desmond's robe, he wore it constantly. Though he knew that he preferred a pair of jeans and hoodie.
But for the most part during his stay with Desmond, he had been getting his work done. Which was a lot easier when you had access to your books and homework. And that had been one of the first things he noticed about this place. The number of books and knowledge they had was enormous. Though he did see it was organized in a different way than he was used to. He could definitely say it was bigger than the Hogwarts Library, which he didn't think was possible.
"If you think this is impressive, you haven't seen the Main Hall," Desmond commented.
"What?! You have more?"
Desmond smirked, "of course, this is just my personal library."
"How many is there!?"
"Here… not sure, I lost count several years ago. I say a few thousand or more," the Assassin shrugged.
Harry's eyes bugged out at that number. A few thousand? Just how many books did this place have? Though maybe on second thought, he didn't want to know. And he knew a lot of the books were magical, seeing that Desmond had directed him to the ones that would help with his homework. That had been finished in the first month, mostly.
Harry spent majority of his time following Desmond around the place. Though he did like visiting the training ground. And noticed a lot of them were mock battles. Sometimes it was with magic, other times it was hand to hand combat.
And he did get to see the Main Hall that Desmond had referring to. And he had to admit that his boyfriend was right. There had to be millions of books stored there, maybe even more. Though he had noticed there was a lot of scrolls.
"Do they collect books?" Harry asked.
"They do. As far as back as I remember they have. Though the older ones are protected by magic and a copy is made so the original is not damaged. I say they have collected them back as far as the first Assassin. Which was before the time of the Hogwarts founders," Desmond replied.
It was after Harry had passed the Training Grounds that he asked Desmond something.
"Is that why you still carry a sword," Harry asked one evening.
"It is handy to have incase magic does fail me. Though typically most Assassins do prefer the blade we all carry. Most of it is because of tradition and magic is more detected than a blade. This way they can't track our magical signature. And this keeps us well hidden and protected. If needed, I may use magic for restraining reasons. Or they could be like me… and like the feel of a blade in my hand…" Desmond explained.
"And that has nothing to do with the fact you can't witness them dying, unless you have a sword or blade?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Desmond leaned in and kissed his lips, "can you really blame me?"
"Perhaps, but I would have had to deal without the satisfying death of that traitor. Though I don't think I would be able to handle it on a daily basis."
"That's why I'm the Assassin, love," Desmond replied. "Now I believe you still had Transfiguration homework."
Harry groaned at the reminder; he had been postponing that essay for over a week now. Trust Desmond to know about that one.
"You have OWLS year, what would dear Professor McGonagall say," Desmond teased.
Harry threw a dirty look at him.
Harry would definitely not say what happened that day was his fault. He would deny it for all to hear. But maybe… on some small scale it may have been… And there may have been a part of him that felt frustrated.
He had been bored for what felt like hours. And Desmond had got caught up in some task that he was researching.
His desk was piled with several books with some paper to the side.
Harry didn't know what exactly Desmond was trying to research on, but he had been at it for hours. And so, he started sighing… loudly… if Harry could see Desmond, he would have seen his eye twitch at that.
"Harry…I need to concentrate…" Desmond said, practically glaring at his boyfriend.
"You've been at it for hours…" Harry complained.
Desmond did look slightly guilty at that. But he felt so close to finding his target. He had been trying to find them for months. And they were supposed to visit one of the wizarding villages today. So, he may have gotten caught up in his work. But he still wanted to finish it.
"Harry, I'm very close to finding out where this Death Eater has been hiding. Just give me a bit, okay?"
The sighing continued and then popping noises started.
Desmond was at the verge of calling it quits, so his tone may have sounded a little exasperated, "if you don't shut that mouth up, I'll make you shut up." So maybe he wasn't the only one that was frustrated.
"You may have to be more specific…" Harry replied, his voice now filled with lust.
"You'll definitely be doing some different noises than that," Desmond growled before getting up. To hell with finishing this work, that could be done later.
Harry hadn't been very far away to begin with. But he made a noise of surprise at being pinned to the wall. It felt like forever since he last done this. He didn't even care about some wizarding village they were supposed to go to. He wanted Desmond… and now…
Desmond sought out his lips as his hands grasped at his hips.
"How was I ever able to resist you…" Desmond whispered.
Desmond began to lick up a trail around Harry's ear. The moans were music to his ears. He placed a firm hand where he felt a forming erection in Harry's trousers.
"Is that want you wanted? To be able to feel it in the morning?" Desmond's voice was dark with lust.
Harry couldn't muster up an answer, only a groan.
Desmond placed another kiss on his lips before placing light bites around his neck. If there was one thing that he was glad for about magic, it was the ability to vanish clothes. With a flick of his wand he vanished Harry's shirt to the other end of the room. He wanted to pull those trousers off him personally.
So, while Desmond hand's roamed Harry's now bare chest, his body arched against Harry's, still fully clothed. So, now, both bulges were resting against another, despite the clothes that separated them. The itch to move was hard to resist.
Harry groaned when he felt Desmond finally move. It felt good but he wanted it without clothes. With a spare hand he yanked at Desmond's trousers. Because if Desmond did anymore, it felt like he was going to explode and he rather that happen when he was inside of him.
Desmond snorted but complied with the silent request. He peeled both their trousers and flung them somewhere in his room. Along with their boxers so that he could fully feel Harry.
Harry was fully hard, and Desmond was matching him, though he did have a few inches on him.
Desmond twisted a hand behind Harry and ran a finger between his cheeks. Most of it was to tease Harry on what was to come.
Harry let out a moan into Desmond's shoulder as he fought not to cum just yet. But he could feel his cock jerking, desperately wanting release. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off on that. He rather felt than saw Desmond drop to his knees. Oh no… he wasn't…
Harry gasped as he felt warm lips sucked around his cock. It was already tingling everywhere, and pressure was starting to build. He couldn't even warn Desmond before he released into his mouth.
His breaths were now coming in gasps.
"I knew you wouldn't last, turn around," Desmond ordered.
Harry couldn't even muster up words to retort to that. But slowly turned, placing his full weight on the wall. He didn't think he could stand without it.
The Gryffindor could feel Desmond hands trail up his legs. Going up to his back before going back down to rest on his arse. He let out a groan when Desmond squeezed his cheeks.
"Fuck… Desmond… don't make me wait…"
Desmond grinned, though Harry couldn't see it.
"You wait… I would never."
Harry couldn't even respond to that because he then felt a tongue reach his entrance.
"Fuck…"
Desmond didn't even comment, he kept up the trail around his entrance before slowly trying to breach him. At first it was just his tongue and this he felt a finger. But he was surprised not to feel the burn or stretch.
"Lubricating spell," Desmond said as if expecting the question.
Harry's eyes fluttered shut and just focused on Desmond trying to prepare him. He still felt impatient, but he knew that Desmond would lecture him later if he tried to argue against what he was doing.
At first it was just one finger, then became two, and then three. It was when he felt Desmond withdraw and spread his cheeks that he knew what was coming. The prepping didn't hurt or burn. But the initial breech of Desmond's cock did. But it was a burn that Harry greatly appreciated.
Harry moaned, as if saying finally. He could feel him entering slowly, inch by inch.
Desmond hands then moved to Harry's hips. And without warning, he withdrew before slamming back in.
Harry was already trying to hold onto the wall, needing some type of placement for his hands. He couldn't even manage a moan. Though there were plenty of them that followed. He couldn't remember the last time they had sex like this, but he had missed it. Practically meeting Desmond for every thrust.
He was practically panting, when he wasn't moaning of course. If the wall hadn't been sturdy, he would have been afraid it would collapse. But it took the brunt of the both of them. And if Harry hadn't already cum, he definitely would have by now. Because he could already feel it building again once more. There was no way he would have lasted this long otherwise.
Harry's fingers tightened as felt Desmond's thrusts get faster and faster. No doubt he was about to hit release himself. And he hoped to Merlin there were silencing wards on his room as he cried out. Ropes of cum shot out from his cock and were now staining the floor.
Very slowly did Harry feel Desmond withdraw from his entrance, he could feel it leaking. He couldn't think more of it because Desmond was now dragging him into a kiss. He could taste his own cum on his lips. It was interesting… but not disgusting enough to break the kiss.
"Think we can still make it to the village," Harry grinned at him.
Desmond had an amused smile while shaking his head.
"Let's save that for another day, you wear me out."
He didn't even bother to grab his discarded clothes. And waited as Harry joined him in bed before curling an arm around him. He was definitely going to enjoy this summer.