The Devil Runs Wild

******~Dreaming~

“Potter, just do it,” Draco said, prodding Harry’s legs to part.

“But..I..this…this isn’t normal,” Harry said.

“Nothing’s normal when it comes to the Golden-Boy,” Draco said matter-of-factly and then put his fingers on Harry’s lips to stop him from protesting again.

Harry, on his back and naked with hands handcuffed to the headboard, was watching wordlessly as Draco tied his ankles to opposite bedposts at the foot of the bed. Draco said he wanted to “try something” and Harry had originally agreed. Now, though, he was having second thoughts.

“You’ll like this,” Draco said, smiling, “Maybe…” he added and Harry shot up but was stopped by Malfoy’s hand on his chest. “Merlin, Potter, relax! I’ll make you like it, yeah?”

Harry was confused. Malfoy was acting sort of nice . That had to mean something was wrong, hadn’t it?

Harry stopped thinking all together when Malfoy’s tongue decided to lick along his balls.

“Oh!” Harry gasped out and then proceeded to moan in agonizing bliss as Malfoy continued lavishing him with his tongue.

Malfoy’s hands were gliding along his inner thighs, his tongue lick, lick, licking and Harry was soon falling to pieces.

“Pla..ple..please,” Harry panted. All he wanted was for Malfoy to touch his cock, which Draco had decided to completely neglect as he wetted Harry’s balls with his warm mouth.

Malfoy chuckled and Harry felt it vibrate along his sac and Harry nearly screamed.

And then Malfoy did the most wonderful thing: he grabbed Harry’s cock and squeezed.

“Aaaaaah!” Harry screamed and he came right then under Malfoy’s tongue and hands, with his legs spread and tied to the bed.

Harry, astounded that he had come so quickly, watched Malfoy in a daze as Malfoy reached for his wand on the nightstand.

“Malfoy, that’s my wand,” Harry said slowly, between pants.

“Nothing can get past you, can it, Potter?” Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow.

Harry’s eyes widened in worry. What was Malfoy going to do?

Malfoy smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, Potter. I told you I’d make it good for you.”

Harry’s eyebrows drew in confusion, thinking of the “good” he had just had. “But..wasn’t that..?” but Harry stopped at Malfoy’s chuckle.

“What? You thought that was it?” Malfoy chuckled again when Harry nodded. “You’re with a Malfoy, Potter, pleasure is non-stop, continuous, never-ending…” Malfoy leaned to touch his lips to Harry’s, “Relentless,” he said, voice husky with arousal. Harry shivered and his cock began to harden.

“I want to try something, Potter, using your wand.”

Harry, too lost in Malfoy’s gaze to notice that Malfoy’s arm was moving, jerked in surprise when he felt something hard glide down his cock. Looking down, he saw his own wand being used on his cock.

“Malfoy! That’s MY wand, damnit!”

“Shut up!” Malfoy kissed him, stuck his tongue down his throat. Harry moaned and all thoughts about why it annoyed him that Malfoy was using his wand to massage his cock left his head and was replaced with desperate arousal.

Malfoy’s tongue was fucking his mouth and the piece of wood felt so good gliding over his inner thighs, cock, and balls. Then he felt something that made him stop kissing Malfoy back. The tip of his wand was pressed up against his asshole and Harry jerked away from Malfoy’s mouth.

“Malfoy, NO! That’s MY wand. You aren’t putting it up there!” Harry said.

“The hell I’m not! Potter, you’re tied to the bed so just shut up and enjoy it!” Malfoy grunted and slammed his mouth back onto Harry’s.

Harry felt the tip of his wand breach him and he squeaked. The wand was pushed a bit further and he whimpered into Malfoy’s mouth who groaned in return. It seems Malfoy was enjoying sticking Harry’s wand up his arse; he was furiously tongue-fucking Harry’s mouth and panting - it wouldn’t surprise Harry if Malfoy came just from doing this to him. Merlin, Malfoy was a sick bastard.

Another push and the wand was even deeper inside him. With no lubrication, the wand hurt a bit.

Pulling away from Malfoy gave him enough time to grunt out that it hurt before Malfoy’s tongue was back in his mouth. Thankfully, Malfoy had heard him and cast a lubrication charm with Harry’s wand. The charm felt very strange to Harry since the wand was in his arse to begin with. It felt like somebody squirted orange juice up his arse.

Harry moaned as Draco used his free hand to twist a nipple. Malfoy pushed a bit farther in and the wand was getting deeper. Harry began to worry that Malfoy may push all of it inside him. His wand being eleven inches, Harry determined that it was a fair concern. He tried pulling his mouth free but Malfoy grabbed his hair tightly to hold him in place and shoved the wand further up his arse with Malfoy groaning with pleasure. Harry moaned because it felt unbearable good to have Malfoy groaning into his mouth like that.

The use of the wand and Malfoy’s pleasure in it was just so kinky that Harry was in shock and honestly could not think about the why’s at the moment, too caught up in the feeling of it all. The wand was hard and pushing inside him. His hole was twitching and quivering around it and his cock was so hard it hurt. There was dried cum on his chest and Malfoy’s tongue in his mouth. His hands were held above his head and his legs were raised and spread. He was completely vulnerable. He would have to beg Malfoy to let him cum. And he was so desperate and needy that he would say anything that Malfoy wanted.

“Please! Malfoy, please!” Harry said, but realized that his mouth was still covered by Malfoy’s and it came out as more of a frantic whimper.

Malfoy pulled away and sat back on his heels. Harry whimpered from the loss of that warm mouth but begged again so Malfoy could hear. Malfoy smiled up at Harry and then moved his eyes to watch in fascinated arousal as Harry’s hole twitched around the piece of wood. Malfoy grabbed his own cock instead of Harry’s.

“Malfoy! Please!” Harry cried.

“Patience,” Malfoy said, not taking his eyes off of Harry’s ass.

Harry whimpered and Malfoy proceeded to fuck Harry hard with his wand.

“Oh, please! Please, please, please…” Harry chanted, closing his eyes tightly, jerking his hips frantically. He must look ridiculous with his legs tied firmly and him pumping his hips with no leverage.

“Oh, Merlin! That’s so fucking hot,” Malfoy moaned, stroking himself madly and watching as he pushed Potter’s wand inside his tight asshole. Potter’s hips moving in desperation, Malfoy knew that Potter’s hole was just begging for this long piece of wood and Malfoy pushed all eleven inches into Potter, watching it disappear inside him, and came all over his hand, whimpering.

Harry came crying. The wood pushing inside him so deeply and him being able to feel every inch of it was incredibly erotic.

And then it was over.

Harry woke up.

“Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!” Harry moaned pitifully, beating up his poor pillows in the process. He quickly grabbed his wand to clean up the mess evident from that very thoroughly disturbing but enjoyable dream.

Harry continued to moan in agony as he cursed Voldemort in his head. Harry did not think that he could hate Voldemort anymore than he did now. Voldemort had been evil and cruel before, but now he was becoming positively disgusting to Harry.

At that moment, Ron and Hermione burst into the room.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok, mate?” Ron asked.

Harry squinted at them and Hermione moved to his bedside to pick up his glasses and hand them to him, sitting down beside Harry on the bed.

“I got another dream. The spell didn’t work,” Harry said downfallen.

“Oh, Harry, we knew there was a possibility…” Hermione began.

“You said that there was a possibility that not every image would be prevented but it didn’t work at all. I mean, the spell didn’t take any images away,” Harry said.

Hermione, looking a little puzzled, said nothing.

“You mean, you had a nightmare again and NOTHING was removed?” Ron asked, confused as well.

“Harry, it might help if you told us what the dreams were about,” Hermione suggested.

“Why?” Harry asked quickly. His dreams were not something he wanted to share..to anyone.

“Well, the content of the dreams may be able to shed some light on why the spell didn’t work,” Hermione said.

Ron, plopping next to Harry on the bed, nodded his head in agreement. Harry had noticed that Ron agreed with Hermione quite a bit since they had started going out and Harry wondered if Ron even was aware of what he was nodding his head to anymore.

“Look, their just nightmares, you know? Just imagine whatever Voldemort could send,” There, Harry thought, that ought to do it. They won’t ask him anymore questions about his dreams.

Harry was wrong.

Ron began listing things Voldemort could possible send him, including Death Eater meetings and something about Voldemort brushing his teeth.

Hermione just looked at Harry and Harry squirmed at the scrutiny.

“Harry,” Hermione interrupted Ron’s bamblings. “Are these dreams…sexual?”

Eyes widening, Harry said, “What? No! Of course not, Hermione! Where would you get an idea like that?”

“Well, the fact that you have your wand in your hand leads me to believe…” Hermione said.

Sometimes Hermione was too damn smart for her own good.

Ron, now noticing the wand in Harry’s hand, blushed a bit and looked away as Hermione suggested that his friend had been..

“I didn’t…Hermione..it’s not like that!” Harry said, a bit desperately.

“Harry, it would make sense that the spell didn’t work if the dreams were sexual in nature.”

Merlin, Hermione was talking about this like a professor, which made it even more disturbing having this conversation with his two best friends.

“Harry, mate, it’s alright to tell us, you know,” Ron said but was still avoiding Harry’s eyes.

Harry sighed, defeated. They seemed to already have come to their conclusion so telling them wouldn’t be such a surprise.

“Alright, yeah, they are,” Harry said.

Hermione nodded, “That would explain it then. Harry, sexual dreams are the most difficult dreams to ward off. They don’t function like normal dreams. When a spell is used to keep them away, your own arousal keeps fueling the dream when the spell tries to break it.”

“But I don’t like it, Hermione! It’s not real! I get like that because the dream makes me!” Harry said adamantly.

“Harry, dreams don’t make you get aroused, you get aroused from the images because you enjoy the dream,” Hermione said.

Harry’s face drew in disgust, as did Ron’s.

“Are you saying that Harry finds the nightmares that Voldemort sends arousing?” Ron sputtered.

“Well…” Hermione looked a bit green, “Yes.”

Harry was shaking his head, “No, no, no. I don’t like them, Hermione. You’re wrong,” but Harry knew how dumb he sounded calling Hermione ‘wrong.’

“Harry, have the dreams that Voldemort has sent you…were they always enjoyable?” Hermione asked.

Harry knew they hadn’t been. He hadn’t woken up with sticky sheets until the dream with Lucius Malfoy. It wasn’t the men in the dream, Harry was sure of that, but what they were doing to him that Harry found…enjoyable. Oh no, no, no. Harry didn’t actually find these dreams arousing, did he?

“Harry?” Hermione asked, snapping Harry out of his trance.

“I..I…I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Harry said lamely, lowering his eyes and blushing in shame.

Ron and Hermione both sighed and Harry felt them get off the bed and walk to the door, closing it behind them.

“Oh, shit,” Harry said softly to the empty room.

******~Draco~

Draco awoke from a very enjoyable dream involving Pansy and Blaise. He had never had a threesome with the pair of them because Blaise and Pansy hated each other but that hadn’t stopped him from dreaming about it. He had tried suggesting it once in 5th year and ended up getting slapped by Pansy and Blaise had refused him sex for a week.

Draco rubbed his hand along the sticky mess on his stomach and smiled in the afterglow of the dream. It had been so fucking perfect. There had been so many positions and Draco didn’t even know if all of them were possible…but he really, really wanted to find out.

At that, Ventil popped into his room that promptly stopped anymore musings.

“What the..? Get out!” Draco yelled and threw a pillow at the house elf who simply ducked to prevent getting hit.

“So sorry to have disturbed you,” the house elf said smirking and Draco scoffed, “But Master Snape needs you to come to the study immediately,” Ventil said and popped away again.

Draco sighed, cursed the stupid elf in his head and rolled out of bed. He cast a quick cleaning spell and walked to Snape’s study in only his boxers.

“What is it?” Draco asked, stepping into the study.

Snape was pacing, looking worried.

“The Dark Lord is coming for a visit,” Snape said, stopping to look at Draco.

“Today? When? What do I do?” Draco said, panicky.

“Act like an abused slave, of course. I will try to keep him away from you as best I can,” Snape said simply.

“Ok, I’ll go get dressed,” Draco said but was stopped by Snape’s voice.

“No, wear only that. It will add to my credibility,” Snape said.

Draco looked a bit sick. Snape had told him that he was his slave, but he had never asked what kind of slave he had told the Dark Lord he was. Now he knew. No wonder Snape wouldn’t look at him for a day after implanting new memories of Draco’s ‘slavery.’ That’s just…gross.

*****

The Dark Lord arrived less than twenty minutes latter. Draco had been placed in Snape’s bedroom, on his knees with a chain around his neck attaching him to the bedpost. Draco felt so humiliated and was grateful that he was not actually Snape’s slave. Draco tried not to think about what would have happened to him if Snape had turned out to be loyal to the Dark Lord instead of to Potty and his minions. Sure, Potter was a stupid git, but at least he wouldn’t have chained him to a bedpost, right?

Draco heard footsteps outside the door and he dropped his head and slouched his shoulders, looking defeated and used. Damnit, Draco hated this. Snape had given him a potion so that the Dark Lord could not read his thoughts, therefore all Draco had to do was act like a victim, not think like one.

The door swung open and Draco flinched for affect.

“Severus…how delightful,” the Dark Lord rasped and Draco shivered.

“Yes, I prefer to have him wait for me,” Severus said and Draco cringed inside but made no outward gesture.

The Dark Lord reached out to touch his hair and Draco recoiled from the hand and the Dark Lord laughed cruelly.

“Oh, Severus, he is thoroughly mistreated, I can see. I congratulate you,” the Dark Lord smiled grotesquely.

Severus, smirking, nodded and accepted the compliment silently.

“But I think the boy needs…” and with that the Dark Lord cast Crucio and Draco screamed, falling forward, smacking his head on the bedpost and crumpling to the floor.

The spell was released a second later. Draco noticed blood running into his eye and squeezed them shut tightly. He was panting and wheezing but remained on the ground in a fetal position.

“Brilliant, Severus, as always,” the Dark Lord said turning away from the boy to smile fondly at Severus.

“Yes, my Lord. I enjoy the boy very much. I plan on keeping him until he bores me. I think he will be with me a very long time,” Snape said smirking and the Dark Lord chuckled darkly.

Draco heard footsteps retreating and breathed with relief when he heard the click of the door.

Draco heard a pop and whipped the blood from his eyes to open them and see Ventil looking at him with concern and worry.

“Oh, poor boy,” Ventil said and began to clean Draco up with great determination.

Well, if getting hurt was all it took for Ventil to act this way, maybe he should get hurt more often, Draco thought. Feeling the after effects of the cruciatus, though, made him think again.


********

“Draco, I apologize. I kept the Dark Lord away from you as long as possible,” Snape said to Draco at dinner that evening.

“It’s alright. I’m fine now,” Draco said, forking some more green beans into his mouth.

“I know. I am just…sorry,” Snape said, looking down at his plate.

Draco was taken aback. Snape had never said “sorry” before. Not like this. It was so …emotional. There was only one thing to do to snap him out of it.

“Damnit, Severus! I’m alright! So shut up and eat!”

Snape looked up, a bit shocked, but then nodded as he saw the smirk on Draco’s face. He had been forgiven. He picked up his utensil and began to eat.


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