Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



"Damn, you've got yourself one hell of a thick skull there, Potter," I tossed the iron candlestick I had used on the boy aside and stood silent for a moment, examining the situation.



So, I've captured the prey, now what?



Potter lay on his stomach, his arms thrown out before him across the bed and his face turned slightly to the side. With some difficulty, I pulled Potter all the way onto the bed, laying him on his back. He groaned a little as I moved up next to him and brushed his hair aside, examining him. A small trickle of blood ran from his hairline down the side of his face. His closed eyes lay still behind his glasses.



This is nice.



"It didn't have to be like this, you know," I sighed, stroking his cheek, "If you had given in to me earlier today, this would be much more pleasant."



I snuggled up close to him, Potter mumbling something in his 'sleep' and rolling away nearly off the bed.



I grabbed his arm just in time, pulling him back up to me, "Your not getting away from me that easily. Your mine now, all mine... After all these years of waiting, you're finally mine."



The moon came out from under a cloud and I gazed at Potter's face in the soft moonlight. Snow whirled frantically around the window pane distorting the shadows. The blood from his cut was now smeared across his cheek from my caressing. Still, he was beautiful. What a wonderful night.



"Don't take this wrong, but I'm beginning to think I love you, Potter. It's silly, I know, but it seems that way," I laid down beside him, kissing his parted lips.



Potter groaned again, shifting on the bed.



"Oh, don't fuss," I pulled him up tight against my body, giving him the full force of my erection, "You know you're enjoying this."



Even though the boy was knocked out cold, Potter's eyebrows shifted into an arch for a moment, appearing as if he was either concerned or somewhat aroused.



"See? I was right, wasn't I?"



Watching Potter unconscious beside me, I could feel my sanity on the verge of returning. I felt almost complete. Almost.



Remembering what my goal had initially been, I sat up and pulled off Potter's robes, "Now let's just loose all these damned clothes."



Potter remained unconscious as I tugged at his clothing and tossed everything in a heap on the floor. After falling victim to the site of his naked body for a moment, I tore my gaze away and picked up a roll of duct tape from the night stand.



"Now, I know this isn't the best way to be tying you up, " I begin taping his wrists to my bed posts, "But it's all I could find on such short notice."



I finished with that and went to his ankles, ready to tape them to the posts at the foot of my bed as well.



Potter shifted again, except this time he really was waking up.



"Stupid muggle tape," I cursed, struggling with the duct tape which was sticking more to my fingers than Potter's ankles.



He groaned and sluggishly tried to sit up, not yet realizing where he was. I managed a sloppy job of taping his ankles to the bed and moved up beside him, watching Potter awaken. He grumbled some more and tried pulling his arms free.



"What..." Potter froze, opening his eyes and realizing why he was having some difficulty moving.



I smiled, watching as he fully registered the situation, "Have a nice nap?"



Startled, Potter stared up at me, "Malfoy! What the hell is going on?"



"Tsk tsk," I sighed, "Where's your manners, Potter?"



He tried moving his legs, finding the duct tape held them tightly to the bed as well, "What are you playing at, Malfoy! Untie me right now!" Potter looked increasingly nervous, obviously not comfortable being naked and tied to his enemy's bed.



I stratled his lean body and took a seat on his hips, "The more you fight, the worse this is going to be. I suggest that you just relax and enjoy it."



"Enjoy what?" Potter dared to ask, though the look on his face revealed he knew exactly what I was planning to do to him.



Laughing, I leaned down to kiss his lips, caressing his bare chest. Potter froze at my touch.



He jerked his head away as soon as my lips touched his, "You'd better let me go! This isn't fucking funny!"



I frowned, "It isn't supposed to be funny, Potter. I'm telling you, you'd better relax and keep quiet if you know what's good for you."



I advanced on him again, Potter moving away once more. This time, I sat up and punched him hard across the face. Potter gasped, cowering in pain.



"Now what did I just tell you?" I growled as he tried to regain his composure, "I suggest you take my advice next time."



Potter pulled hard on the tape holding his arms in place, "You bloody fucking asshole! As soon as I'm out of this, I'm going to tear you apart!"



"Oh, are you now? That sounds exciting," I couldn't help but laugh at his feeble attempts at threats. It was almost too fun watching him squirm in the muggle-tape.



I leaned down close to his face with the tip of my nose touching his, "You know, Potter... You're just turning me on even more, struggling like this."



Harry Potter looked appalled, "I'm what! Fuck you, Malfoy, you sick fuck!"



"No, no, Potter. Fuck you," my tongue flickered at his dry lips, "And that's exactly what I intend on doing."



Harry Potter



After witnessing the desecration of my beloved Firebolt, I thought my day couldn't get any worse. Boy, was I wrong. So, so very wrong. It wasn't until I had awoke with a throbbing headache, tied naked on a Slytherin bed with a crazed Draco Malfoy sitting on me that I realized just how wrong I was.



"You fucking bastard!," I gasped, desperately tugging on my restraints, "You better not even try it, Malfoy!"



"Oh, you don't think I will, do you, Potter?" Malfoy sneered down at me.



I noticed his hand was bandaged up, probably the source of that mysterious red ink. Why in bloody hell had I believed those letters? Why had I believed anything Draco Malfoy had said? The only thing I got right was that he wanted to have sex with me. I should of kept my guard up. Once again, I'm too damned trusting.



"Even with those silly threats of yours, I'd be glad to fuck the hell out of you," Malfoy continued, enjoying every moment of my struggling.



In absolute disgust, I spat up at him. That obviously wasn't my best of ideas.



Draco sat up, looking quite irritated as my spit ran down his cheek, "You're going to regret that, Potter!"



He kneed me hard in the groin, laughing again as I cried out in pain. Oh dear God that hurt. Well, there goes my chance at ever having kids.



"You like pain?" Malfoy sat up and pulled off his shirt, "It seems that way, since you keep acting like an arse. I can give you a whole lot of pain. You've caused me so much throughout the years, I really do think I owe you some in return."



After finally gathering some breath, I cried back at him, "I never did anything to you, Draco!"



He stood up from me and glared again, "You have no idea..."



Draco removed his pants which, to my dismay, he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and climbed back on top of me. The feeling of his naked skin sliding over mine was much like that of a serpents, icy and unwanted. Closing my eyes tight, I fought hard to keep that image from my mind. I knew I was beginning to panic, finding no way out of the situation.



Draco noticed, snickering again and petting my cheek, "There there, Potter. If you just relax, I'm sure you'll find this most pleasurable." I cringed as he dragged a hand lazily up the inside of my thigh, resting it on my cock. A chill darted up my spine again, causing me to shiver under his touch.



"Don't...."



"Don't what?" he purred in my ear, running his hand over me slow. Oh no. Why the hell does that feel good? It's not supposed to feel good...



"God dammit, Malfoy" I whispered, closing my eyes and trying to feel nothing at all.



He leaned down and kissed my forehead. With much dread, I noticed something was digging into my leg. Draco's stiff cock pushed hard against my thigh as he continued to pet his hands up and down the length of me. This is absolute torture. Draco, finding he was having little success on making me aroused, stopped his caressing and kissed his way down my chest.



"You bloody bastard!" I gasped as Malfoy's lips encircled my cock.



He stifled a snicker and started pumping me hard in his hot, wet mouth. His tongue lashed skillfully at the tip of my cock. I bit my lip nearly hard enough to puncture it, trying not to enjoy Malfoy's massaging..... and I was failing fast, almost cursing myself as I grew hard in his mouth. There's no way I could hold out any longer. Draco or not, his touch felt amazing. After what seemed like forever induring his tongue running across the length of me, Draco backed off and sat up to examine my exposed self. I recoiled under his gaze, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever felt my entire life.



"I told you it wouldn't be so bad once you stopped fighting, Potter," Malfoy's voice purred as he gazed at my naked body, licking his lips.



"I hate you," I whispered, closing my eyes tight again. I knew I was trembling and I knew that I was also very aroused, but there's no way I was giving in without some kind of a fight.



"What's that?" Draco grasped my throat in his hand and squeezed tight, cutting off my air supply, "I didn't hear you quite well there, Potter. I thought you said you hated me?"



I gasped, choking.



"Now, I know you can't hate me," Draco continued in his silky drawl, "Because I just serviced you in a way no one has before and you're enjoying the hell out of it. Aren't you Harry?"



I cried out as he grabbed my cock in his other hand, holding it a bit too tightly in his fist.



"Aren't you?" He asked again, squeezing me harder.



I whimpered, tugging at my bound wrists.



"What's that?" Draco let go of my neck leaving me gasping for air. He snickered and leaned down over me again, dragging his tongue over the head of my cock painfully slow. I felt my hips buck under his touch. I let out a moan, quickly biting my lip to stop it.



He wasn't supposed to hear that.



I'm not supposed to be liking this.



But, when he's doing that with his tongue... I can't help but...



"I'll take that as a yes," Malfoy stated triumphantly, practically glowing in my admitted defeat. He crawled up over me, rubbing his hard cock against mine, "If you keep being so well-behaved I might even let you come... eventually."



"You... sick fuck..." I groaned, trying to sound angry. It came out more as a plead, making me appear even more pathetic.



Draco's response was him pressing his lips fiercely to mine, forcing me to kiss him back. I wriggled underneath him, Malfoy holding my head still with his hands and rubbing up hard against my cock. Gasping for a moment, I gave Draco a split second to shove his tongue into my mouth. I considered biting it, then remembering his promise of pain for anymore struggling I made against him. I let Malfoy run his tongue around my mouth, unable to cope with the defeat.



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