A/n: Hullo my children once again. (E: "What are you talking about 'children? I'm older than you!!) –cough- Sorry about the league of absence. I was visiting in Virginia, where I was compy deprived. –tears- But you should be happy because My friends E, Mel and I have started on a vampire story!! YAY US!! Anyway in this chappie there will be Harry/Draco, Seamus/Davis and Seven/Adrien… if I feel like it. (E: NOOOOOO!!!!) –sigh- Song of choice: Alibai by SID & Smiley Faces by Gnarls Barkley. So as all know I heart reviews. Enjoy!

Chapter 10: Insert It

Davis walked through the muddy campus. It had rained for the second time that day. But the brunette's mood was cheerful. Since today was confession. He was going to confess to his best friend that he was madly in love with him.

Of course Davis knew that Seamus would punch him out of anger. But he was prepared for that. He did (after all) didn't tell him about Rach. Davis felt crappy all over again. How could he keep that away from Seamus?:

"Seamus? Are you here?"

Davis entered through the open door of his and Seamus's room. It was dark. The one window shade was cracked slightly. A slither along with TV illuminated the room. Davis peered over the couch to see Seamus spread out on the floor.

Depressed, heart broken men such as Seamus will never admit how they cope when nobody's watching. The Irishmen had on boxers with rain clouds, his fluffy bunny slippers on & his Hello Kitty hat. In his lap sat an empty pint of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food, small tissue box with broken hearts decorating it. Even in the poor lighting from the screen you could see red bags under Seamus's eyes. He sniffed back tears as Richard Gear brought Julia Roberts flowers at the closing scene of Pretty Woman.

Davis felt crappy all over again:

"What do you want, dickhead?" grunted Seamus.

"Are you okay?"

"Sure why not? I'm a fucking ray of sunshine!"

"Listen, Seamus, I'm sorry-"

"Uh huh yeah sure you are! And I want Snape in a leopard thong."

"Ok, one: eww. Two: I was going to tell you. I was!"

"When, Davis?! Before or after you bang me?!"

Both were now on the floor. Davis dangerously close to Seamus. In a whisper he spoke:

"I was a dickhead. And you have every right to castrate me. But before you do, I have confession that might change your mind…I love you, Seamus Finnegan. I always will. And I now beg for forgiveness."

Seamus glared hard at Davis's face. Was he lying? Were those fake tears falling down his cheeks? He knew that his friend couldn't fake cry:

"Are you sure you don't have any other hidden engagements that I should know about…"

"None. I'm all yours."

"…You better be glad I just had ice cre-"

LEMON BEGINS!!

Seamus was cut off by a kiss; tongues meshing in a passionate dance. Davis to determined to show that he was worthy. They both made out for a long time against a soft carpet. Credits rolled across the screen, Davis's fingers slipped down to caress that wonderful space between Seamus's navel and boxer waistband. Breaking the kiss his dangerous tongue licked the creamy space of flesh. Nipping it he pulled at his love's boxers till they were pulled all the way off, thrown askew:

"I want to see all of you. Every part you love and every part you're ashamed of." whispered Davis.

They were currently orbiting the circumference of their blooming relationship. Threatening to passionately collide with it; hard and quick. Tongue made its way over creamy thighs, kissing the mounds they descended into a hidden valley. Seamus moaned for he was tittering on the edge, much alike those rocks in the Roadrunner cartoons that the Coyote always end up on:

"Oh God!" gasped the Irishman. His member sat hotly in Davis's mouth.

Licking the tip, deep-throating him, nursing till he received Seamus's salty essence, to gain it he hummed. Seamus bucked wildly, fucking Davis's soft and wet mouth, surrendering his sanity slowly. Sweat formed to coat his revealing skin for temperatures escalated. So close now. Then in white shock:

"DAVIS!" he cried. Abdomen clenching as his seed spilled down Davis's throat, back fully arched in sweet release.

Bathing in their afterglow, Davis cuddled his dazed Irishman. Pecks were littered over his over each other's face. Rachel's face forgotten:

"Would it be perverted if I told you that I love you better…pants down?" whispered Davis.

"Hm…yes, but it is a turn-on. Do you want me to suck you off?"

"I love you."

"I know."

LEMON ENDS!!

"Flowers for a Mr. Potter." said a cheery voice after he knocked.

Harry had been reading (while Davis took Seamus out for a movie) when the delivery man called. His visits had been frequently since Draco was still 'courting' him. So Harry grew used to him coming by often. Originally, Draco took Harry to five star restaurants, underground cafes, and the best sites in Hogwarts City first couple weeks. Then around the same time of Harry's roommates, Seamus & Davis involving-friendship-to-relationship-drama (as Sunshine liked to call it) had begun, Draco left for Italy to model.

Yes, our little Dragon was a high fashion model. Big whoop.

But alas Harry hated to admit he missed the blonde. Terribly. Or was it the promise he'd bring authentic Italian wine:

"Hi, Michael. How has your day?" asked Harry, making friendly conversation but no eye contact since his novel was approaching the climax.

"Micheal…you learned his name, Potter?"

Silky voice swaggered into Harry's ears. Looking up, a familiar slender face outlined with shoulder length pale blonde hair, stormy eyes:

"DRACO!" surprising Draco and himself, as Harry bum rushed him. "Why didn't you call?!"

"When you're trying to surprise someone you usually don't tell them. And as much as I'm enjoying your body against mine, I have some bad news…you're crushing the flowers…"

"OH! Sorry, flowers!" apologized Harry. "Well come in and tell me about Italy! Thank you for all the gifts by the way. Though I think Sunshine had a little too much fun with those chocolates…DRACO!"

Spinning around then against a wall, Draco had Harry where he wanted him. Poor Draco found staying faithful to Harry more straining than any task he had to perform in his entire lifetime. So many hot gents strutting around the photo shoot…no way in the seven Hells would this model waste an entire roommate free afternoon talking about Italy. Sex first…talk later.

Skin finally touch skin, Harry's legs wrapped around Draco to support him up against the wall. They grinded, kissed and moan till sweat began to form on their skin. Harry arched more, Draco's cool fingertips traced from spine to abdomen. Everything about his cool touch was maddening. Making Harry itch for Draco to do anything and everything…which he did.

LEMON STARTS!

Somehow someway, they made it to the bed. Harry was completely naked by then, watching Draco kiss him hips, knees, calves, belly button and licking a wet trail down to his pubs. Groaning, the impatient uke thrust upwards into Draco's jean-clad bulge indicating a billon things. Lips met the other's ear:

"Take your pants off, Dragon."

To top off the cake, Harry turned himself over on hands and knees, spreading his legs and arching his bottom in the air. Emerald eyes shined of pure lust and need, Draco was happy to comply. He dipped in between two smooth mounds to a virgin hole and licked, adding to Harry's shine:

"You're awfully wet down here, love." chuckled Draco, watching Harry's blush increase and his eyes shut closed by the sensation.

"I-I..ah…ohgodDRACO!"

"You what? Wanked off?"

Harry nodded innocently, blush turned cherry to crimson. Draco grinned, licking once more before drawing back, and arching an eyebrow in blunt curiousity:

"Show me."

Without hestitation, trembling digits wrapped around his erection, Harry stroked down. Like a pro, he bucked into his hand, ran his fingers over the head and played with his balls. Heat built up in his abdomen, he was so close to the edge:

"Draco, I'm gonna-"

Draco's firmer, larger hand covered Harry's, holding his hot cock at the base, he whispered:

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never have to wank ever again."

Zipper came down along with black boxers, revealing Draco's pulsing member, pre-cum leaking from the tip:

"All you'll ever think about is my cock…" he spreaded Harry's cheeks and finered the hole a little earning him and gasp: " And how fucking horny you were…" The blonde turned Harry around to face him as he laid down: "…and how you rode me hard like a dirty slut."

With that. Harry's hips (guided by the blonde's hands) met Draco's and for the first time the innocent youngest Potter was all the way to the hilt. His cries were loud and erotic as he bucked up and down, moaning Draco's name. They engulfed themselves in the pain then their pleasure; sweating bodies climbing to their ultimate high. Impatient as ever, Draco pushed Harry down and started to pound his tight ass into the mattress, no matter what the bedsprings screamed. Pale fists gripped wrinkled sheets as Harry met the thrusts, until his fire exploded:

"DRACO!!"

Cum covered Draco's abs as he filled Harry up completely with his essence. Lovers collapsed in exhaustion, intertwining their fingers and sighing deeply:

LEMON ENDS!

"Holy…shit…"panted Harry, black hairs cling to his forehead.

"Best way to put it." chided the blonde for he knew that Harry would finally have trouble sitting down.

"Seven…I want my cheesecake!"

Adrien impatiently sat at the counter bordering half of the kitchen. His age decreased to his shoe size while he pouted. Adrien extended his arms as if to summon his Triple Chocolate Fudge cheesecake using sheer will (and maybe a little Jedi Mind Force) yet Seven broke his 'concentration' with an icy glare:

"Use the force for good Luke must." Seven giggled in his best Yoda imitation. "Strength will be received if peas be consumed."

"Sev, quit talking like that! It's creepy."

Laughing at Adrien's fork played soccer with his cold peas, Seven thought of ways to motivate his man-child. He looked towards their cheesecake slices for inspiration. Hmmm…what will get Adrien out of his vegetable protest? Suddenly, the blue haired man snapped his fingers. Sex! Adrien would sell his soul for great sex. Seven quickly stripped to his boxers, hopped on the island and faced the emo Adrien:

"Oh! Adrien, honey!"

Expecting another pot of peas, Adrien looked…drooled and swore his eyes budged out of their sockets. There was Seven touching the tip of nudity in his orange star boxers; tracing the word 'LICK' on his abdomen, thighs, and chest… in whipped cream from both their desserts:

"Adrien, love, be a good boy and eat up all those peas so you can have dessert." purred Seven seductively.

And so Adrien consumed his icky peas quicker than that Mexican mouse who annoyed Daffy, jumped/slid over the counter to jump his lover. All you could hear were moans of content mixing together w/ the occasional sucking and licking sounds. Messy black haired head made its way down in between Seven's legs to find his treasure.

Insert 7 /Adrien sex scene involving whipped cream. Maybe a wooden spoon.

A/N: I will get around to Adrian/Seven lemon! Waiting for the weekend, ne?

bunni kisses