Tented

part four :( HOLY FUCK ! )
THIS WILL BE IN TWO PARTS


Draco generally liked to wine and dine himself a little before he yanked off.

It was, after all, him having great sex with the person he loved most in the entire world. He liked to make it special.

In these barbaric conditions however, you took what you could get and thanked heaven for it.

Draco was lying on his side with one hand teasing his balls gently as his other stroked his shaft, glorying in the hardness of his flesh. He brought one hand to his mouth and coated two fingers with his saliva, the other hand still stroking his dick, then watched his reflection intently as the fingers dropped between his legs and slithered down his crack to circle languidly around his arsehole. He grunted as he inserted first one finger then the other.

Closing his eyes Draco thought of Harry Potter and wriggled, pushing the fingers in deeper as he pumped his fist on his cock .

Fucking Harry bloody fucking bloody Potter.



Outside, Harry Potter had finally reached the edge of their campsite, cursing and swearing under his breath all the way he stalked over to the tent and jerked the flap back.

Harry wasn’t certain exactly what he had expected to see when he lifted that flap but Draco Malfoy spread out naked on a sleeping bag with two fingers up his bum while he jacked off was definitely NOT it.

Malfoy was panting and moaning like a Knockturn Alley whore while he fucked himself with wanton abandon, alabaster skin flushed with passion, his lips bitten dark red and cock bobbing in the breeze as he stroked it.

Harry’s mouth watered and his dick was suddenly pointing at his bellybutton and so he did what any brave Griffindor would do under such circumstances.

Harry squeaked.

Upon hearing his squeak, Draco’s eyes flew wide open and his jaw dropped to see Harry standing there gaping at him. Mouths open they both froze for a second and just stared at each other in shock.

Dear Sweet MERLIN! Draco thought, wishing he could just curl up in a ball and die.

He could feel his face flush red with shame.

There was no way anything could ever possibly be more embarrassing in the whole history of the known universe than being caught wanking by Perfect Potter!

Then Draco suddenly remembered that he still had two fingers up his own arse.

Oops. 0_0

He dropped his cock and tried to unobtrusively slip his fingers out quickly but the motion caught the other mans eye and Draco watched in horror as Harry's eyes riveted to the two fingers as they were withdrawn from his glistening hole.

Finally finding his voice Draco began, “ Pot .... ”, but that was all he had time for before Harry threw himself on top of the blonde with a strangled cry of pure lust.

Draco yelped and tried to twist away as Potter started to bear down on him, the erection digging into his thigh and the feverish look in Potters eyes leaving him with no illusions as to the other mans intentions.

Face to face they fought for dominance with Draco kicking out and punching.

“ No! " he screamed, and bit down hard on the one piece of Potter he could reach with his mouth.

Harry felt a hot burning pain in his shoulder and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the fucking ferret had just bit him.

There was no thought just knee jerk reaction.

Harry reared back and slapped him across the cheek so hard he left the whole imprint of his hand across Draco's porcelain skin.

It really didn’t hurt the blond so much as it stunned him but it gave Harry opportunity and he flipped the stunned man over, grabbing him by the hips and then jerking him up onto his knees.

Draco kicked back at him and tried to scramble away but Harry wasn’t having any of it .

He grabbed a fistful of Malfoys silvery hair and held him in place as he tore his jeans open and pulled out a rather impressive cock.

Draco hissed and kicked as he struggled under Harry but it did him no good as the mans other arm snaked around his waist to hold him securely as Potter's cock stabbed between his buttocks searching blindly for the tight little hole his fingers had been so happily invading just moments earlier.

Draco screamed in fury as Harry finally found the opening he was craving and rammed in viciously hard, burying half of his cock in one brutal thrust and then he screamed in pain when the bastard thrust hard again and that big dick really hit home.

Draco quickly gave thanks to every deity he could think of that he had already lubricated and stretched himself because it still hurt like a motherfucker!

He bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood.

It hurt!

It burned!

Oh Sweet Merlin! Harry bloody fucking bloody Potter seemed hell bent on committing murder by pecker (peckercide?)and there was no one around to save him!

HOLY FUCK!

part four : ( MINE! )
second half



Harry Potter knew that he should stop.

He also knew that there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to.

Malfoy tried to jab him in the ribs with an elbow and he grabbed the arm and proceeded to twist it up behind Draco’s back, giving him leverage and allowing him to yank Malfoy back on his cock as he continued to jackhammer his lily white ass.

The mirror Draco had been so avidly watching himself in was angled just so and Harry could clearly see himself rutting between the blonds legs quite mercilessly as he continued to writhe and protest.

Harry might have taken the protest a lot more seriously if he didn’t also see reflected in the mirror Draco’s leaking cock which hadn’t softened one whit even with all the rough treatment he was bitching and whining about.

He dropped Draco’s arm and grabbed his hips hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises all over that creamy white flesh and then watched fascinated as his cock slid in and out of his partners tight little arsehole. Smirking, he angled his hips upwards to hit Malfoys sweet spot and heard the other wizard gasp as he found his mark.

The sight was too much for Harry and he almost lost it right then.

He had wanted Malfoy for far too long to let it be over so quickly though and he fought for control even as he poured four weeks (four weeks hell, ten years!) of anger and frustrated desire into pounding Malfoy into the dirt.

His hips were slapping into Malfoys buttocks with a delicious smacking noise when he felt Draco lurch forward, the blonds fingers desperately straining to reach his wand.

Harry jerked him back hard, impaling him on his cock and holding him suspended there.

“Not a chance Malfoy!” He growled.

"MINE! "

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Harry Potter was trying to kill him.

He was sure of it.

His arm was twisted painfully behind his back, his face was shoved forcefully into the dirt and his arse felt like Harry bloody Potter was trying to lodge his whole broom in there and quite possibly the worst and most humiliating thing about it all was that Draco’s cock seemed to be extremely happy about the whole situation as it was still rock hard and throbbing, mostly because Potter was also managing to unerringly hit his prostate despite all his thrashing about.

The man was like a homing pigeon sans the intelligence.

He cursed loudly and vociferously.

Malfoys did NOT get fucked in dirty old tents like some muggle commoner!

A Malfoy's pride was not squashed like a bug because of some scar faced git with a savior complex and no fashion sense!

It just was not done.

EVER!

Potter released his arm and sank his talons into Draco’s hips.

Draco’s head jerked up at the motion and suddenly he spotted it.
.
His wand!

If he could only reach it he would make sure Potter would rue the day he was born.

Draco lurched forward, fingers tantalizingly close to their goal.

Just a little closer .........

But it was not to be because Potter apparently spotted his wand as soon as he reached for it and knew he would be on the receiving end of an exceedingly nasty hex if Draco managed to get to it so Harry Potter ( bastard that he was ) jerked him back hard and drove the head of his cock straight into that most sensitive band of nerves and HELD IT THERE!

Draco’s eyes crossed.

Potter was growling something into Draco’s neck but he couldn’t possibly hear it as it was completely blocked out by the blood rushing in his ears and the fact that he suddenly couldn’t breathe. He saw stars and all thoughts of wands and Malfoy pride flew right out the window as he was consumed with the frantic burning need to MOVE!

Potter wouldn’t allow him to move in the direction of his wand so he did the only thing he could do which was to start fucking himself on Potters cock like a bitch in heat, rolling his hips and clenching his muscles, trying desperately to ease the pressure on his prostate before he actually passed out from the intense stimulation.

He heard Potter grunting in pleasure above him and he heard someone begging and then suddenly he realized that it was himself babbling, “ Pleaseeee! ...... Oh Pleaseeeeeee Potter!.... More!..... Fuck it !..... Fuck it you bastard!"

Harry was happy to oblige him, pulling almost out then forcing his dick in deep with animalistic grunts.

Malfoy’s anguished pleading was pushing him dangerously close to the edge so Harry reached underneath and grasped Draco’s aching cock, pumping it in time with his thrust as he was determined to bring his partner off with him.

Draco wailed as he felt Harry’s hand close around his twitching member.

One thrust, two, fucking Potters fist and Malfoy was shuddering and spurting all over Harry’s hand and his own belly.

When he came Draco’s internal muscles undulated around Harry’s straining cock and he lost it completely, putting his whole weight behind each thrust he slammed into the body beneath him. His stomach clenched and his balls tightened and it was unstoppable. He threw his head back and roared as he emptied himself inside his trembling partner, the spasms around his cock milking him of every drop.

Harry collapsed on top of Draco in exhaustion, huffing like he had just run a marathon.

He flattened the blonde underneath him and knocked Draco face first into the dirt.

Again.

For a few moments they just lay there, panting and spent.

Then Malfoy stirred under him and uttered something that sounded like very much like “ Ovrossurnowiseanzyar ”.

Harry, still caught up in post orgasmic bliss answered him very intelligently.

“Huh?”

Malfoy bucked violently beneath him, dislodging Harry and throwing him back and off of him so that he landed on his ass in the dirt.

“I said Potter .....” He snarled, whipping around and leveling his wand straight at Harry’s still heaving chest.

“ Of course you know, this means WAR ! ”


part five : ( But of course .... )

They had sat this way for hours, crouched on opposite sides of their tent with Draco glaring a hole through him and occasionally twitching like a ferret on acid while torrents of rain poured from the sky and thunder crashed all around them.

He had moved once and Malfoy had threatened to curse him with hemorrhoids down to his ankles if he did it again but Harry had to pee badly and he was getting stiff from being in one position for too long.

He dared to stretch and Malfoy immediately jumped to his feet, wand at the ready.

“Don’t even think of trying anything Potter.“ he growled.

“I didn’t even move Malfoy!” Harry lied with all the sincerity that only a man facing a certain future of buying Preperation H in bulk can manage.

Draco’s eye twitched but he sank back down to return to his new favorite past time of watching Harry like a hawk and thinking up new and creative forms of torture.

He was deeply involved in a lovely fantasy where he used a pair of tweezers to oh so slooooowly rip the hairs one by one from Potters balls until he was screaming and begging for Draco’s forgiveness when it happened.


It sat on them.

There was very little warning, just a low rumbling that could have easily been mistaken for thunder.

Then it sat on them.

They had been searching high and low, through every swamp and mud hole from their current location to Timbuktu for four miserable weeks and then it just fucking SAT. ON. THEM!

The roof of their tent had wobbled and then collapsed on top of them as they both screamed and dived for the door, barely making it out before a huge scaly tail came crashing down and completely flattened it. They both stood in the pouring rain watching in disbelief as the dragon destroyed what was left of their tent with a small flick of its massive tail.

The thing was huge, even for a dragon, the scales down its back looked like armor and its claws were over a foot long.

“We’ll have to stun it!’ Harry screamed to be heard above the rain, but he got no reply because upon carefully studying the situation Draco had turned tail and run like any sensible Slytherin would have, leaving Harry standing there alone and wandless as the creature rounded on him after hearing the scream.

Two huge yellow eyes, the size of dinner plates pinned him to the spot as the beast opened a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and roared at him. He could smell the sulpher on its breath from twenty feet away.

Suddenly Harry didnt have to pee anymore.

It must be said that Harry was very brave, all Gryffindors are brave, but he decided that on this one occasion that discretion might indeed be the better part of valor and so he turned and ran as fast as his legs would carry him away from the thing, cursing Malfoy for everything he could think of every step of the way.

The ground shook and he could hear tree’s snapping like twigs behind him as the dragon stomped after him in hot pursuit. He soon discovered just how hot as he jumped over a fallen tree limb and came down on the other side with flames scorching his backside and for the second time is his life Harry Potter had his arse singed by an angry dragon.

He pelted on through the rain hearing the thing get closer behind him as his lungs burned and his legs started to protest.
I can't go on much longer, He thought, just before an arm snaked out and jerked him unceremoniously into a cave that was almost completely hidden by tree's and vines.

Panting hard and exhausted all he could do was stare into Malfoys pale face as the dragon barreled past them outside.