Aggressive Behavior

For those of you who read the original post, I hope you all found this alright. I couldn’t access the original post through my username for some strange reason, so being the impatient psycho-fic writer that I am, I figured that its probably no use sitting around like a git and that I should post it again! If you wanna read the old reviews, go to the Author Directory and click on the first CrossworldNoMiko (they’re both me… see my problem?).

Plot: Dudley is frustrated, in more ways than one… When he tries to take it out on Harry, a young blonde Slytherin comes to the rescue. But can he fix the hostile muggle’s problems without putting himself in danger? Or will his own problems cause him to act irrationally?

Warnings: This fic is SLASH and ½ (just the way I like it…) It contains Anal/ Oral / Nonconsen/ BP and possible BDSM. You have been warned…
Rating: NC-17 for chapters to come… this ones more of an R
Dislaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters. Just the story itself and the slashtastic tendencies…

Please R&R! ^_^

Aggressive Behavior
By: CrossworldNoMiko

Dudley Dursley watched his cousin through his bedroom window, admiring his thin, yet muscular physique. How did he manage to keep in such good shape when all he did was lay around? Dudley frowned, turning his attention to the mirror on his wall. He saw a pudgy boy frowning back at him, attempting to suck in his stomach as the button on his trousers threatened to abandon them. He turned to the side to get a better view, but found this impossible as the slim mirror cut out parts of his image on both sides. Finally, he gave in and sighed deeply, his pants bursting open and revealing the layers of fat underneath. His eyes wandered back to the window, through which he could see Harry now on his stomach, allowing the sun to caress the curves of his back.

Dudley gazed at him longingly, licking his lips in fascination. He felt a familiar sensation creep up and cursed himself for becoming aroused by…HIM. He grimaced, his eyes narrowing in anger as he forced his body to regain control. How he hated that boy… He hated everything about him. His ‘abnormality,’ his owls, how he kept his unruly black hair, how he teased him with his body… ooh, that body… Dudley groaned loudly and squeezed his fists tightly. He couldn’t take it anymore. His cousin was driving him mad. So, without a second thought, Dudley stormed out of his room and headed for the door.

Harry smiled as he let the sun’s rays warm his back. He had been content to lay in the sun all day without interruption. Uncle Vernon was still at work and Aunt Petunia was visiting friends, no doubt revealing all of the latest gossip to pass Privet Drive. He let himself drift lightly, closing his eyes, his head resting on his arms as he thought about the weeks to come. His birthday was coming up and he’d finally be of age. That meant he could use magic freely. He chuckled lightly as he thought of how Dudley would react to the news.

Harry shifted uncomfortably as a chill came over him, and he opened his eyes to a dark shadow across the grass where he lay. His smile faded and he rolled onto his back, squinting at the figure above him. The sun behind him prevented Harry from seeing his identity, but as he focused, Harry knew that he’d recognize the chubby figure anywhere. Harry scrambled to back away, but was caught by a sharp kick to the gut. He clutched his stomach, gasping for air as his large attacker climbed on top of him, pinning Harry to the ground. He reached into the side of his jeans. If only he could get to his wand. But he failed, harsh fingers gripping his wrists tightly, stretching them over the smaller boy’s head. Harry sighed, almost smiling in irony. Of course, the day had been too good.

“Afternoon, Dudley,” he managed under his cousin’s weight. “You do realize that you’re standing in my sun…” For this, Harry earned a swift backhand. Privet Drive swirled around him for a moment and Harry had to shut his eyes to keep himself from getting dizzy. Right… sarcasm bad. When he opened them again, he saw those beady brown eyes staring at him. Harry used all of his strength, trying to force the otteenteen up, but every move only served to put more pressure on Harry’s smaller torso. He growled in frustration and resigned hif tof to glaring at the chunky boy. “Get off.” At this Dudley raised a brow, a daring action that just reeked of a challenge. Harry knew it too well. His cousin was trying to provoke him, give him a reason to start a fight. And it was working.

Harry grit his teeth and spat out, “I said, get off of me you fat cow!” A malicious grin spread across Dudley’s face, Ha Harry flinched. It had been a while since his cousin looked at him like that. And Harry knew that this was getting serious. He chose his words carefully, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. “Is… something the matter?”

Dudley’s grin widened as he watched the fear in those emerald eyes. “Say it again.” he growled.

“I asked if something was…” Another backhand caused Harry to loose focus slightly, his glasses askew.

“Before that you freak. Now say it…”

Harry gulped. “I said… get off me…” A short pause followed. He didn‘t think it‘d be a good idea to repeat what he had said, but his cousin’s hand was curling into a fist and that wouldn’t be very good either. “…get off me… you…you fat cow.” When he finished, he mentally kicked himself for the insult, knowing that Dudley’s sensitivity to his round body could turn quickly into anger.

Dudley laughed gravely, and Harry chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. It turned into a groaned as his cousin shifted his weight, bearing down on his aching ribs. The plump boy took a sort of pleasure in the other boy’s pain. “Funny, is iave ave a laugh at hefty Dudley Dursley, big as a whale and dumb as an ox. ‘Stepped on a crack and broke Privet Drive in half.’ And you… You think you’re better, eh? With your grubby books and wizard friends. Your slim waist and muscular form. Well, I‘ll show you that I‘m not stupid. I’ll give you what you deserve. For being a freak… for having their eyes, for teasie wie with your unruly locks and… athletic form…”

Harry shook his head in confusion. “Dudley, I don’t know what you’re…” A rocking punch to the face made Harry taste blood, his lower lip split and stinging lightly. His vision blurred and he made a mental note to shut up. He blinked a few times before he realized that he was no longer wearing his glasses. His cousin shifted again and Harry had to force himself not to cry out. aspeasped when he felt something hard poke into his belly, his heart beating rapidly. This wasn’t happening. Dudley couldn’t be aroused… could he? Harry squeezed his eyes shut. He forgot about the sun. He forgot about his birthday and coming of age. His mind worked frantically as he struggled to find a way out of this situation.

“Open your eyes…” Dudley commanded in a hoarse tone. Harry trembled, his shallow breaths quickening as fear engulfed him. “I said… open your eyes.” Again, he pushed down, bearing his mass onto Harry, whose eyes shot open as he struggled to take in air. “That’s better…” the larger teen rasped, as he ran his free hand along the boy’s face, his neck, his shoulders. He paused at the nubs on his chest, massaging one first then moving onto the other. Harry moaned involuntarily as shots of pleasure ran through his torso. “You like that, do you?” The larger boy grinned triumphantly and reached behind him. “Then you’ll love this.” Dudley cupped a hand over Harry’s crotch and squeezed lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from the boy underneath him. His hips jerked uncontrollably, and the aspiring wizard cursed himself for the natural reaction. Dudley grasped Harry’s jaw as he leaned in to run his tongue along the bruised lips, tasting the blood he had drawn.

Harry felt helpless. A frightened whimper escaped his lips as he saw the blurry figure lean in again. Lips pressed roughly against his own, a wet tongue forcing its way into Harry’s mouth. Again, Harry found himself struggling to breathe as his cousin invaded his mouth with bruising force, his erection poking into his captive’s stomach. Five years… Five years of wizardry training, and it was all useless to him at the moment. His captor released his lips momentarily and he panted loudly. “Please…” he whispered. “Please stop…”

“Please stop!” the boy mimicked, laughing loudly. “Not so confident without our wand, are we?”

Harry a felt rough hand fumble with the belt on around his waist, unbuckling them and moving on to the button. Before he knew it, he heard the slow buzz of his zipper. All he could manage was to shake his head, quietly pleading for him to stop. Dudley ignored his pleas and dipped his hands into the waistband of his boxers. Harry closed his eyes and tried not to think about what was happening, when he heard a loud crack.

“Huh?” Dudley yelled loudly and sprang off of his cousin. “Get away! Get away!” Harry blinked, breathing harshly, trying to figure out what was happening. His hands felt around blindly as he listened to his frightened cousin rambling. “Stay away from me, you hear? Stay a…ah…AAAAAHHH!!!!” Harry froze. He could no longer hear the cries of his relative, yet he knew that someone was there. He continued searching for his glasses frantically.

“Filthy muggle…” That voice… the icy tone sounded quite familiar. Still searching for his glasses, Harry ran his hands across the grass. “Looking for these?” The voice said, leading his hands to their correct destination. Harry picked them up swiftly and placed them on his face. When his vision cleared he looked up into the silver gray orbs of a boy he knew too well. The trademark silvery blonde hair and wicked smirk caused Harry to glare spitefully. “Malfoy.”

 
Author’s NoYes,Yes, it’s a short chapter…I know. But it’s a start… and my mind is already working. >=) He he he… Please Review! Even did you did before.. my inspiration works well off my ego when I see that people are actually reading. Thanks! And if the 2nd chapter isn’t up right now, wait a few seconds, it will be. ^_^