Name: Pure Essence
Author: Roscoe2005
Rating: M
Category(s) Romance
Pairing(s): Harry/ Ron
Summary: HPxRW, Slash- After a Quidditch game, Harry confronts feelings he never thought he held toward his best friend. Ron, long ago having faced his own feelings, toward Harry, has no problem helping him along with his journey. With both walking toward an empty locker room and Harry rapidly losing the battle with his rampaging hormones, what could possibly be the outcome?
A/N: It's about a month shy of reaching the two year mark since I posted the beginning chapter to 'Pure Essence'. I swear when I first posted it, I had the plotline all mapped out in my head and ready to written down and posted. Then life threw a monkey wrench into all of my plans and I was basically forced to stop right in my tracks.
Contrary to the rolling novel I started to make it out to be, I've decided that this story is just going to be a three-chapter one-shot, for all intents and purposes. I don't know whether I'll change my mind at some point but that's what I've decided for now. This is going to be a serious M-rated scene so, if this is not your cup of tea, I would suggest that you hit the back button now. (I hope that I don't get reported for this). I hope I'll post the last chapter quickly but I'm not holding my breath. As usual, please read and review.
Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters, places where the books are held or even the underlying plot belong to me. They belong to the genius (thank God that she created the Harry Potter universe…she has relieved me out of hours of boredom) J.K. Rowling and are distributed, at in the United States by Scholastic Press, a division of Scholastic Press. Since I have taken the time to write this long disclaimer to this story, there is no reason for anyone to sue.
Chapter Two: Vision's Conception
"Harry, come back to the real world…we have things to do."
Ron growled slightly under his breath as he stared at his beautiful best friend. If only Harry knew how long Ron waited for this moment…waited for Harry to come to the realization that Ron was the only one for him…the only one who would stick by his side through thick and thin. Well, that isn't entirely the truth. Hermione adores him but I really can't see her jumping his bones in the locker room…but that's beside the point. Come on, Ron; don't screw this up by overanalyzing this…it may be your own chance…
Harry chuckled. "We have things to do, eh?" Harry muttered, giving Ron an amused smile, not in the least bit embarrassed that he was caught pleasuring himself and practically screaming out Ron's name. The power rush was incredible. I knew Harry was powerful…he had to be in order to defeat Voldermort a couple of weeks ago…but I had no idea how much he was restrained his power. Shaking his head violently to scatter his thoughts, Ron lowered his body further down to Harry's and smiled in return.
"Being fresh isn't your area of expertise." Ron replied, reaching out and tracing a hand against Harry's face. Harry merely turned his face into the touch and sighed, softly. "For a person who wasn't even considering me as a lover a couple of hours ago, you sure are being a tad bit flirtatious…"
"Flirtatious isn't even the word for it." Harry replied, growling slightly and returning the agonizing, soft touches in kind and tracing his hands along Ron's chest. "I just came to some realizations…thoughts that I'm surprised never really crossed my mind before. You were always my best friend. Of course, it couldn't cross my mind that…"
"Cross your mind…what?" Ron asked, quietly.
Harry's eyes turned a deeper shade of green and he gave Ron one of the most devastingly sexual smiles he had ever seen cross his face. Seeing that look made everything in Ron's body twist low and hot and it was all Ron could do not to pin him to the floor and ravish him senseless. I have to be patient. God, I know you have been waiting for him for years but that doesn't give you the excuse of treating him like a rag doll. Just be patient…
"Cross my mind that I'm head over heels in love with you." Harry breathed out, gasping softly. "Oh God, all I want is for you to make mad, passionate love to me. Make me yours in every way that counts…I just want you in my arms." Just his words alone was enough to make Ron as hard as steel. Why did he never tell me this before? We could have been together for years now. Maybe he was just scared to confront his feelings…just as I was scared to tell him about mine's. There's no use in crying about it now though…let me just have this one moment in time, even if it won't last…
"Your wish is my command. " Ron breathed out, just before he captured his lips with his own. A low pitched groan erupted out of Harry as they experienced their first kiss with one another…experienced what they could make each other feel. Tongues dueled for dominance as Harry ran his hands through Ron's hair and held him there. Ron couldn't run from him and truth be told, he didn't want to. He just wanted to touch him…touch him anywhere that he could reach.
He didn't know how but his clothing was rapidly being pulled away from his body…obviously, Harry also wanted to be as close to Ron as he could manage. Groaning softly as Harry ran his hands up and down his body, Ron's mind was spinning dizzily with the force of his arousal. Oh, I don't think I take too much more of this foreplay. It feels so goddamned good,' Ron thought, biting back a cry as Harry pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly, ' Damn, Harry, keep doing this. For the love of Pete, don't ever stop…'
"Harry…oh, God…slow down," Ron moaned, grasping Harry's hair and tugging softly in order to gain his attention, "I don't want this to be a rushed affair. I want to scream with pleasure as I take you. I want to see your eyes darken as I make you scream your name. We have all of the time in the world for this."
Harry looked at him and smiled softly, as he resisted the urge to continue to do with what he was already doing. "Take all of the time that you need, then," he muttered, softly." Just don't stop making love to me…"
Ron smiled at the obvious need ringing in Harry's voice and lowered his mouth to his. "Just stay still, Harry." He traced his mouth along the sides of Harry's face as he continued on a lazy path down the contours of Harry's body…along every muscle and every trace of bare skin. He tastes like heady male…of Quidditch, of grass, and of life. I can't get enough of him. I never will. In kind, Ron pulled one of his nipples in his mouth and almost exploded at Harry's moan of pleasure. Damn, Harry…
" Let me please you." Ron muttered, staring up into Harry's dazed eyes as he finally reached what he wanted most. Harry's body jerked violently as Ron wrapped his hands around Harry's straining erection and stroked with just enough pressure to make Harry's eyes roll to the back of his head. Soon enough, Harry began moving to the pace of the strokes and making incoherent noises in the back of his throat. It was enough to make Ron moan right along with him.
"Please take me -." Harry gasped out. "Please take me in your mo-."
"What…in my mouth?" Ron asked, already having the feeling that that was on Harry's mind. "Sure, Harry…anything you want."
It was almost difficult to accomplish, considering his unbelievable size, but Ron reaped the reward for his struggle when Harry screamed out again in pleasure and began thrusting heavily into his mouth…so rapidly that Ron was forced to hold on Harry's hips as the both of them struggled to give each other as much pleasure as they could give. It was almost too much sexual energy to be contained…what lights Harry didn't blow out before were starting to break one by one. Ron groaned as his own erection began throbbing with more urgency…he needed to get into Harry before he exploded…
This time, Harry picked up on a psychic moment. "Damn it, Ron," Harry wheezed, gently pulling himself away from Ron's mouth. "Come on, I need you right now. I want to feel you inside me…come to me, please."
More out of control than he wanted to admit, Ron reached for his wand and merely gave Harry a piercing look. " Harry." Ron said, quietly as he rose up in order to kiss him. "Harry." Harry smiled softly at Ron as they stared at each other for a moment…saying all the things in their hearts that for some reason, went unsaid. The moment was broken as Harry went into mild convulsions. His body was obviously getting ahead of his mind…
"Tell me if I hurt you." Ron muttered as Harry turned over. "I don't ever want to, not now…not ever." Harry nodded and with a quick spell for added lubrication, Ron began sinking into Harry's tight, beautiful behind. The scream of pleasure Harry let out was enough to make Ron lose his natural mind and he began thrusting more heavily…their loud cries ringing through the locker room should have made people come running to see what the hell was up but no one did. They were alone…with themselves and their love for one another…
"Harry…Harry…Harry…"
"Ron…Ron…Ron…"
Ron could feel his orgasm threatening to overwhelm him…and then, it happened. Everything went white bright and almost ethereal …he could swear that he had gone somewhere else entirely. He felt as though he had stepped outside of himself; he was at peace with his world…with every part of him that made him…well, him. This is what an orgasm feels like when you're with the person you love, eh? Shoot, I'll do this again and again, just to feel this again. Oh, Harry…wait a second…who in the hell is that?
Out of the bright light, stepped a beautiful little girl. She couldn't have more than three or four years old but Ron got the impression that he knew her somehow…it was a feeling deep down in his gut. She had long, wavy but at the same time, messy black curls all the way down her back but he couldn't quite make out her facial features, as they were still blocked by light. He wanted to know who she was but obviously, she wasn't going to say anything unless he said something first.
"Who are you?"
She still didn't say a word as she looked at him. Ron could feel himself being snatched back to the real world…back to Harry…but he reached out a hand to the child, hoping that she would, at least, come to him. He heard a brief ding of childish laughter and then, she began running to him, running as fast as her little legs could manage. Hurry, sweetheart…hurry…come on. She stopped again and smiled at Ron with her eyes…just as he landed back into the real world…
Daddy…
Ron groaned loudly as he felt himself empty into Harry and Harry's orgasm was right behind his. They both collapsed to the floor, in a dead heap, feeling the aftershocks of their orgasm race through them. "She was right there," Ron moaned, holding on to Harry for dear life as he finally registered the color of the girl's eyes…they were a clear, deep blue. Just like mine. "She was right there…"
"Who?" Harry muttered, lazily tracing a hand along Ron's thigh. "Nobody's here but us. What are you talking about?"
"Our dau-." Ron almost blurted out but stopped himself just in time. I can't tell him that. I don't even know if she was. Then again…she had my eyes and his hair…it is quite possible that she could be ours. How I wish that she was…she would be the culmination of my love for Harry. But I can't tell him that I saw a little girl…he would think that I'm crazy. Maybe, I'll tell him someday…but not right now…
"Never mind." Ron muttered, sitting up to stare into Harry's beautiful eyes. "Just know that I love you."
Harry smiled in return and held Ron's face firmly in his hands. "I love you, too."
Ron grinned and lowered his lips to Harry's, starting the cycle all over again. I'll see you again one day, my daughter…no, our daughter…
Almost as if on cue, there was a ding of laughter in reply.