Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Chapter 14

Harry watched Malfoy walk over to the bed and sit down. He waited there patiently, a seductive smile in place on his pale features. Potter shut and locked the door to their room and stepped towards Draco. He pressed himself between Draco’s legs so that their hips pressed together sensually.

“So, tell me, Draco,” he whispered, playing with the collar on Malfoy’s shirt. “What is your fantasy?”

“Look around you, Potter,” he answered. His voice drawled but his eyes were full of mischief. “I’m not going to tell you so you will just have to get creative, won’t you?”

Harry grinned and pushed Malfoy backwards onto the mattress. He leaned over him and kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue through Draco’s lips and exploring his mouth. Potter carefully removed Draco’s shirt as he kissed him and then moved on to removing his pants. Malfoy did not protest and simply allowed himself to be undressed while relishing every moment of their embrace. Potter pulled away once he had fully disrobed his lover. Then he brought Draco’s hands up to the bedposts at the head of the bed and tied one wrist to each in turn, using the rope from the corner.

“So, Malfoy,” Harry snickered, carefully teasing the now incapacitated Slytherin. “What shall we do with all these things?” He gestured around the room and snickered.

“As I said, Potter,” the blonde answered, seeming rather unimpressed. “Be creative.”

Harry shrugged and walked over to the basket of clothespins and picked up a few. He then collected the other odd objects from around the room and sat himself between Draco’s legs on the large bed. He picked up each object, one by one and held them up, considering each for its possible use.

Deciding that it was foremost important that he be at least half-naked while this was going on, Harry removed his own shirt and belt, to make things more comfortable for himself. He then picked up two of the clothespins and bent over his lover with a very malicious smile.

“Do you think we should use a silencing charm?” he whispered, kissing Malfoy softly on the neck.

“No, that’ll be part of the challenge,” Draco answered. He wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, who laughed and shook his head.

“It wasn’t me that I was worried about,” he said, massaging Draco’s nipples carefully.

Once they were fully erected, he placed a clothespin on each in turn, causing Draco to whimper and squirm. Harry engulfed Draco’s mouth in a kiss before the blonde had a chance to make any noise. He sucked on his lover’s tongue and pinched the clothespins tighter. Malfoy tried to make some kind of sound but it was muffled by their kiss. He smiled into their kiss and twisted the pins gently. Draco’s noises became louder and louder through a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Should I stop?” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, letting the Slytherin breathe momentarily.

“N-no…” he answered breathily. Malfoy’s face was red and he was breathing hard.

“Good,” Harry told him. He leaned back, leaving the pins where they were and picking up a different object. He chose an old leather band.

Smiling darkly, Harry leaned over and licked Draco’s length, happily teasing him further. He kissed the shaft before taking the whole of it into his mouth to deep-throat his lover. Potter sucked hard and long, all the while tying the piece of leather around the base of Draco’s erection and forcing it to stay that way.

Draco moaned while Harry tortured him. His legs squirmed and he clenched his fists, desperately trying to stop himself from screaming at the top of his lungs, demanding more despite the pain. Potter did not let up until Draco had exploded in his mouth. He pulled away, swallowing some of the sticky white liquid. He kept his mouth shut, smiling to himself as Draco’s erection could not go away.

He leaned over the Slytherin again and kissed him, forcing him to taste himself. Harry massaged Draco’s inner-thighs, bringing him back up to full excitement so that they could continue with their little game. Potter nibbled on his lower lip and inhaled Draco’s scent.

“You enjoying this, Malfoy?” he whispered, unzipping his own pants. “Did you like tasting yourself? Are you ready for more?”

“Ah, yes…” he mumbled back to Harry, his energy already spent. “Yes, more…”’

Harry was mildly surprised at Draco’s compliance in the face of his dominance. He smiled and kissed his lover lightly on the lips, as though to show him that he did indeed love him. Harry then picked out two more strips of leather and tied one over Malfoy’s eyes to blindfold him. The second piece, he used to gag Draco and leave him completely helpless.

“This is what you want,” he whispered to his lover. “I’ll give you your wildest fantasy…I love you, Draco.” Harry kissed Draco once more and pulled off his own pants.

He carefully stroked his own erection and spat into his hand several times to make it smoother. He then positioned himself beneath Draco and pushed into him quickly. Draco made a loud noise through his gag, though it was impossible to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. Harry pulled Malfoy’s buttocks apart and thrust in and out, again and again, listening closely for Draco’s vocal responses. Malfoy’s body quivered under Harry’s thrusts and he bent his knees to make it easier for the Gryffindor to enter him.

Draco arched his back and succumbed to Harry’s dominance, allowing himself to be penetrated again and again. Harry could tell that the Slytherin’s erection was becoming painful, however, as it twitched and threatened to reach its peak once more. Harry moaned, despite himself. The vision of Draco beneath him was more of a turn on than he would have thought. He felt himself come close to his climax and pressed harder and faster into his lover.

Draco tried to speak or yell through his gag but all that escaped his mouth were incomprehensible noises that only served to add to Harry’s excitement. Draco finally screamed out and climaxed for a second time, this time covering himself in his own semen. Harry let himself finish as well and erupted inside of Draco, filling him with warm liquid.

Looking down at Draco’s length, Harry noticed that the leather band was working well and kept him erected and relatively hard. He pulled out and gave them both a moment to recover. During this time he mopped up the mess that Draco had made of himself with a soft cloth he had found on the bedside table.

“Maybe I do belong on top,” Potter mumbled to Draco. “Sometimes.”

Draco said nothing owing to the fact that he couldn’t. Instead, he laughed and shook his head, still blindfolded. Harry frowned and massaged Draco’s pride, coaxing it back to full stiffness. He smirked at Draco’s inability to be submissive by choice.

He carefully licked Draco’s length again, this time for a different purpose. When he judged it was wet enough, he lifted himself over his lover and allowed Draco to penetrate him. They both moaned in response to the action, though Draco had not seen it coming.

Potter lifted and pressed back down onto Draco’s erection in a continuous motion, allowing the Slytherin to penetrate him fully. Little tears were streaking Draco’s face from beneath the blindfold from the intense pleasure he felt. Harry wiped them away and kissed him over the gag, still gyrating over him.

“Ah, Draco..” he whispered, knowing that Malfoy could not reply. “Ngh…yess…”

Harry carefully undid the leather band at the base of Draco’s shaft, to allow him to finish fully this time. They climaxed together and Harry relished in the feeling of being filled by his lover. He kept moving until they were both completely spent, then stopped with Draco still inside him. He mustered all the energy he had left to removed the clothespins, the blindfold and the gag. He threw the objects aside before undoing the ropes that bound Draco’s arms to the bedposts and finally allowed Malfoy to pull out.

Harry then collapsed onto the blonde. His eyes were half-lidded and he pressed his naked body against that of his lover. Draco happily pulled him close and held him tightly.

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Draco kissed Harry’s forehead lightly, feeling elated and fully satisfied. Potter had come up with many interesting uses for all of the items. Draco was impressed and rather amused that one of his most secret fantasies had actually been fleshed out.

“I have to say, Potter,” Draco mumbled to him, running his fingers through the black hair. “You are damn good at what you do.”

“So can I be on top sometimes?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

“Not as long as I’ve got control of my arms,” Draco mocked. He nuzzled Harry’s hair quietly.

“Well, I do love it when you push me down,” Potter admitted, closing his eyes.

“I told you that’s where you belong,” Draco jeered, rubbing his back softly. “Though I didn’t know you could be so sadistic.” He motioned to his very red nipples.

“You told me to be creative,” Harry laughed, kissing Draco’s raw nipples. “Though I don’t know why all these things were in here to begin with.”

“I guess the Black family has more secrets than you thought,” Draco muttered, staring at the crest on the beg hangings.

“Hey,” Harry said, his eyes perking up. “How is it you know so little about your family? You didn’t even know your mother was a Black, once.”

“Well, you may have noticed,” Draco answered quietly. “That I tend to have a slight problem with authority.” Harry laughed. “That didn’t stop at school. I liked to talk back to my father and so he gave up on trying to teach me anything. He would rarely talk to me at all unless he had to. And I’ve never had a great relationship with my mother. I know that she is very protective of me, but I was always in seclusion at home.”

“Why? House too big?” Harry mocked.

“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco snapped. “I just spent most of my time in my own wing, leaving my father to his business and my mother generally stayed with my father. In fact, I don’t know her well at all.”

“I know how you feel there,” Harry whispered, thinking of his own parents.

“No, I don’t think so,” Draco argued. “You didn’t get to know your parents much because they were killed. But you had plenty of their friends and loved ones tell you everything they could. You probably know more about your family than I do about mine but mine are still alive. It was just always so cold in the Malfoy Manor. Everyone was alienated from one another and we lived our own separate lives. I have so few memories of family moments.”

“Well, what do you remember?” Harry sat up, his eyes sad and caring. Draco stared at the boy, wishing he knew what it felt like to be in a loving environment. Maybe if he knew that, he would be able to be sad about the family life he had had.

“The last time I remember seeing my mother at all,” he started, flipping through the pages of his memory. “Was when she walked into my room one day when I was eleven.” Draco stared at the ceiling. “I was with a childhood friend. He was so much different than all the other kids I had met and he was a mudblo-… I mean muggle-born. My parents were furious. My mother hasn’t talked to me since, I think.”

“All because he was muggle-born??” Harry demanded in disgust. Draco shook his head.

“No, it was because she walked in on us kissing.”


A/N: hope you enjoyed that! BTW, I'm kind of creating my own version of Draco's home life, I hope you don't mind ehehe. More to come soon if you all like it!