Overdose

Summary: Harry is a drug...
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Feedback: Read. Review. Please don't flame.
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ron
Warning: There is lots and lots and lots of sex in this story. Between these characters. So if that bothers you... click away... immediately...

A/N: It started out as a bonus chapter and became an excuse for me to write another smutty story. Enjoy :)

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Harry


“I think you need therapy,” I said, glaring at the spoiled fair-haired boy in front of me. He sat on my bed. His haughty slate colored eyes took me in impatiently. He always watched me so intensely. His gaze made me think wicked thoughts and do naughty things with little regard for the consequences. His obsession with me played on my suddenly apparent exhibitionist nature.

I thought about the previous summer with Sirius and quivered. I had spent nearly every waking minute in frighteningly perfect ecstasy.

“I just want you to see what I see when I’m fucking you…” he said innocently. Malfoy’s innocent act didn’t resemble anything remotely guiltless. It was more similar to that of a poisonous snake coiled, fangs bared, poised to strike. I was his prey.

He stretched out, fully clothed, lazily in my bed and only his eyes told me how anxious he was. I heard the mild pulsing sound of the vibrating toy he’d once made me breach myself with. Draco put it to his voracious pink lips.

I took a deep breath and gazed at my naked form in the full length mirror in front of me.

He wanted me to watch myself; the ultimate declaration of self indulgence. What I saw in front of me caused me to gasp in panic.

I hardly recognized myself. In fact, I was certain I was staring at a completely different person.

“I need my glasses,” I told him.

“No, that is you,” Malfoy read my mind, “and damn it Potter, you already know how fucking sexy you are.”

I blinked. This boy who stood in front of me had skin so flushed, lips so swollen, eyes so heavy lidded; pupils so large. I pondered the faint ring of color around my pupils, as if it had appeared by accident. Could I already be this aroused? Was I always this aroused?


“What if my roommates come back?” I sniffled. I had been sick with a cold for the better part of the week and Draco was in desperate need of me.

“So what?” he shrugged his shoulders. He was right, everybody knew. I was sinning over and over and over again.

My cock twitched and that’s when I noticed it. Draco had gotten to his feet behind me. He watched me watch myself. He watched me watch him. His flawlessly, pale, pristine cheeks set off the bronzed sun kissed glow of my own skin. My thick black hair melted into his incredibly blonde locks.

In his desire Draco’s cheeks tinged crimson. His blush was so captivating, and he had this habit of licking his pale pink lips as if he intended to make a meal out of me. This time I feared he literally expected to. His obsidian grey orbs burned into my own. His arousal was just as prominent at the sight of me as mine was at the sight of him.

“What if they walk in?” I gasped. I watched a gentle quake run through his body stunningly. “Draco they’ll see just how dirty I am…” I whined and even my voice was foreign to my ears.

“Potter, I think Sirius gave you enough spankings to last you a lifetime… he’s the only one who can really punish you…” he hissed. I felt his heated breath on my neck. He still had yet to handle my body, but in the mirror I could see a swell in his pants that made my legs weak. Not to mention, the humming vibration of the toy against his fingers was getting me so dizzy I thought I would pass out. I remembered the way Sirius had moved it over every inch of my writhing body.

Damn.

I was every bit the whore Draco made me out to be. The only startling part was the way I was still so frequently escalating. I sniffled again.

Behind me in the mirror Draco was poised like an animal ready to pounce.

“Touch yourself, Potter,” he purred in my ear biting the lobe gently. I gasped again. My breathing was irregular. I felt the moist phony cock brush across the crevice of my bottom. This time I cried out.

“Open them Harry,” Draco said as the vibrating sensation was no longer teasing my hole. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes. But when I finally pried them open, Draco was back on the bed seated with the vibrating toy back at his lips.

“Don’t I get the toy?” I asked him irritated.

He raised his eyebrows, “Oh no Potter… like I told you once before… get creative…” he gestured towards my firebolt sitting in the corner of the room next to my trunk.

I let out my breath sharply and bit down on my bottom lip. What would Sirius think of the way I was using his gift? How would I ever focus on the quidditch field again if I entered myself with that round polished broom handle? It was what Draco wanted. He wanted me distracted, hard, and disoriented so he could get the snitch right out from under my nose.

Hardly daring to believe what I was about to do, I strolled over to the broomstick. I felt his eyes follow me across the bedroom. I gripped the handle of my broom and molested it anxiously. I wanted control. I’d make Malfoy pay for his depraved suggestion.

“In front of the mirror, eyes open,” he commanded hotly.

I wet the handle with lubricant. Malfoy held his breath. I parted my legs. It was such an awkward thing to do as I adjusted the stick against my hole. I gasped. I felt excess lube falling down my forearms. I let the round handle rub me teasingly while my heart pounded against my ears. Then, ever so slowly, I inserted it.

I heard myself cry out as it slowly filled me. The intrusion was so painfully rigid I pulled it out again quickly. Because I was sick and degenerate, I pushed it in again-- a little further this time. I pulled out again. Getting used to the sensation, I began to ride it slowly.

“My god, Potter,” Draco was grabbing at his cock. I could barely hear him over my anxious cries. Draco stood up and stopped my movements. “I can’t take that anymore…” he whispered in my ear.

I wanted to smirk. His need for me to stop meant I’d gotten the upper hand.

“D-did you get all these k-kinky ideas from Lucius?” I barely choked out. My grasp on the English language was fading. My mind was so foggy.

“Why? You think Lucius had me in his bed? You think he had me learning on his pretty cock?” Draco asked.

I moaned. Just like that, he’d one upped me. He knew every button. He knew how filthy I was. He knew how I’d fantasized about a forbidden relationship between father and son...

I was practically grinding into him as he pressed two wet fingers inside of me. The unused toy lay provocatively on the bed behind us. He got to his knees and gripped my waist firmly.

How had he learned it all? I could hardly imagine him learning… practicing… the way he had practiced me. The way he made me this sex fiend I hardly recognized.

His tongue teased my hole and my legs began to slacken. If he did this now I would certainly fall on my face without support. He realized this too.

“Get on your hands and knees and don’t forget, Potter, I want you watching,” he said.

Almost too eagerly, I did as I was told. He pressed his tongue inside of me and I pushed back against him screaming out. I chanced a glance at my compromised position. I was blushing wildly. My hair was far more chaotic than usual. My skin was slightly damp from my painful arousal. Draco wanted it to last but I reached for my cock.

“No, no, Harry,” he smacked my hand away his voice was husky and deep.

He continued to play with me and I was so wet with need I began screaming at the top of my lungs. I only realized I was making the noise when he stopped, then the sound stopped, and I began gasping for air.

He sat up piercing me with his fingers again. “I was starving,” he gasped greedily. My breathing was sporadic. My English was shaky, at best, so I could hardly respond, except for with a soft cry. My face in the mirror was contorted with need.

I sneezed and Draco chuckled, pulling his fingers out of me. He held out his perfectly manicured hand, and with unforeseeable strength he helped me to my shaky feet. He pulled off his clothing, finally.

His naked body was regal, poised, and elegant. His lean torso was powerfully defined. His unblemished, porcelain skin held the illusion that he’d never done a day’s hard work in his life. His silver blonde hair fell unassumingly into his eyes as it failed to remain slicked back the way he liked it. He was fully erect and I knew he was wildly excited, but his skin hardly flushed with desire to the extent that mine appeared to. He remained dignified in his arousal even though I could see by his feral gaze he was far from it.

I strolled weakly into his arms.

“The way you move…” he gasped, “…is a fucking sin...”

I buried my head in his chest and ground my rigid cock against his own. I needed him. His heart was pounding so rapidly I momentarily contemplated whether or not I should take him to the infirmary. He walked me backwards so that I was pinned against the wall by his body. “I want you from the front,” he said pulling away from me so he could tend to his erection.

My knees buckled and I slid down the side of the wall with his lack of support. I was such an anxious mess. He licked his lips again. They were so wet already. I rubbed my forehead certain I was sick again with fever. He slid lubricant over his hard member. I touched myself entirely unaware that I was doing it.

He then brought me to my feet again. He used the wall as leverage to push himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began screaming immediately. Expletives came to my mind first and then just as quickly it went blank. I grabbed at his hair and went positively crazy as I saw in the mirror his firm cruelly perfect body hammering into mine. I felt him biting my nipples he tasted my chest with his tongue. He would devour me.

I knew my cock would explode entirely untouched if he kept filling me this way. If I had to watch him fill me this way.

God, the orgasm was making me cry. I had no idea the exact moment when I started coming but it felt like forever before the feeling left. He spilled his hot wet seed inside of me and all I could do was shiver. He let me down and I held onto him for dear life.

“I love you,” he said running his fingers through my damp hair. I wanted to respond but I was still trying to come down. I kissed his puffy pink lips. He brushed the sinful tears from my eyes. Over his shoulder I could see myself in the mirror. I was still quite unrecognizable. He nipped at my shoulder gently. I knew he’d be hard again soon. He was always hard.

“I love you too,” I sighed against him.

He jumped looking at me. An impossibly broad grin came over his face; it was the purest innocence I’d ever seen in Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes were wide and his cheeks rosy.

“Really?” he asked as it was the first time I’d said it in a long time. I nodded not sure if I could string anymore words together at the moment. He kissed me.

“I love you,” he repeated again. I didn’t want him getting carried away with this warm and fuzzy thing.

“So, when do we get to play with Blaise?” I asked my mind rapidly clearing up.

Malfoy chuckled, “Soon Potter, I’m working on it...”

I sniffled again and then I heard a cough coming from the bed next to mine. My body tensed. I walked over to the seemingly empty four-poster and pulled open the maroon bed curtains. Ron glanced up at my naked form.

“You…” he started, appearing not to know what else to say. I immediately became self-conscious and aroused. I cursed Draco internally for the latter feeling. I had wanted someone to watch but not Ron. He was my best friend. His opinion actually mattered.

“Did you enjoy that Weasley? Your best friend is a screamer…” Draco taunted, he sauntered up behind me and fingered the bruises on my waist. I shivered instinctively.

Ron scowled and I blushed shyly.

Ron was in love with Hermione, but I had no idea why he had yet to make his move. He resented Malfoy to no end and he never let a minute go by where he didn’t remind me of this. He also resented my newfound sexuality, not the fact that I was messing with boys. That didn’t seem to bother him. It was that I was so messy while I did it. With Severus-- and Sirius-- he didn’t know about what Lucius did at Malfoy Manor...

“Why didn’t you go to dinner?” I choked.

“I told you I wasn’t feeling well. I think you may have got me sick. But I thought you were still sick…” Ron looked angry, embarrassed, and ashamed.

“I didn’t know-- I would have never--” I started, but it was a lie. I wanted to be embarrassed of my nudity but I wasn’t. I wanted to feel shy and humiliated at what I had just done with someone else listening in but I didn't.

I played the part though. I couldn’t let him know I was such a blatantly dirty show off. I pulled my robe over myself trying to shield my nakedness. Draco watched me amused. He could see right through my act.

“Harry you’re-- he’s turned you into…” Ron shuddered and I could see the fury welling up inside of him.

Draco yawned purposely, “I need you to come to my bed tonight.” he drawled in my ear I knew he was horny again. He pulled on his clothes and packed up his stuff I bit my lip. He left the lewd toy on my bed and exited my room.

I turned back to Ron. His face burned red with anger.

“He is so awful!! How could you do those things with him and then say you loved him?!” Ron glowered at me. It was the same argument but now Ron had too much information.

I took a staggered breath and sneezed. Then I sat down on the edge of my bed facing him. I pressed my lips together as drowsiness overcame me. “Ron it was just sex…” I said through gritted teeth.

“Well I wish you would’ve warned me before you decided to grow up and become all sexual,” he sneered.

God, it wasn’t my fault he was too nervous to move in on a girl I sure as hell wasn’t gonna do it for him. I was busy enough already.

“Ron it’s not that bad. Sex isn’t. I’m sure Hermione is ready to--” I pushed.

“God, would you stop bringing her up!” Ron roared.

The way he said it made me angry like my mentioning of her name was somehow impure or improper.

“Fine!” I spat, “I’m not gonna apologize for what I do if you want to be afraid of her for the rest of your life please stop taking it out on me!”

He sat up his back suddenly rigid. He hardly seemed sick at all. On my first day sick my muscles hurt so badly I couldn’t move.

“We used to have so much in common Harry,” Ron said coolly, “But I don’t get this person you are now…”

“I like boys,” I said slowly to emphasize every word. Now he acted like he couldn’t relate to me on any other level. He was so emotionally stunted. Hermione was right. She would be waiting a long while. He was annoying me and it didn’t help that I was now exhausted.

“For the last time Harry!! I don’t care about that! Hell, that’s wonderful that you like boys!” he antagonized me.

I scowled and climbed into my bed sniffling softly. I was so done with this consistent argument. I picked up the dildo and placed it in the drawer in my nightstand.

Ron watched me, “Just find a better boy and get off your back once in awhile. There’s a big beautiful world out there…” he said irritated, “Oh and the bit with your firebolt…”

My face flushed again. “Fuck off Ron,” I said heatedly as my eyes closed.

“He’s no good for you,” Ron continued.

“I think he’s plenty good for me,” I yawned, stretching. I still felt him in me.

Ron stood over me now, determined to make Malfoy a thing of my passing fancy. He leaned over me and kissed my cheek. I looked up at him bewildered.

“Ron what-- ?” I choked. He gazed down at me eyes ablaze with longing, and suddenly I realized why we kept having this argument. He turned away from my dazed, silent face and left the bedroom.

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A/N: I know some people have probably read this before but I have written another chap... so lemme know if you want anymore...Thanks!!