Flight of the Phoenix

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringment is intended.

Chapter 2

For the next few days Dudley and Harry went at it like they were, well, like they were really horny boys. Indeed their sexual mission appeared to be to have sex (duh), all over the house (though the two did avoid Vernon's and Petunia's room), on every flat surfice (Harry got much better with a wandless 'reparo'), and every positon (which wasn't too hard with Dudley being such a strong guy and Harry so flexible from all that quidditch training). By the end of the week Harry was sore in places quidditch never caused.

"Fuck, Dudley," Harry moaned from the floor he was laying on. "I think I just felt your cock all the way in my mouth with how hard you were fucking me."

Dudley just laughed in exausted pleasure. Harry could feel the vibrations as his head was currently resting on Dudley chest while Dudley's thick fingers carted through Harry's dark raven locks.

"Mmm, that feels good..." purrs out Harry, spent cock giving a twitch of interest. Dudley laughs again.

"God, Harry, you're the horniest little bugger I've ever fucked."

Harry smirks before rolling over so that now he's straddling Dudley's broad chest. Dudley's hand is still in Harry's hair so he uses the oppertunity to pull Harry down, ravishing his mouth in fierce need. Harry moans loudly and his cock gives another twitch as Dudley tongue teases the inside of Harry's mouth, mapping out ever crevice as though his tongue were trying to find some secret place. Harry moans again and Dudley groans with need as Harry breaks the kiss, raising up his torso until he's almost at a 90 degree angle above his cousins chest.

Dudley quirks an eyebrow and Harry smirks, rocking his body back and forth. Dudley sucks in a sharp breath as Harry grinds atop his shaft, causing said appendage to regain its interest in record time as he and Harry have just fucked moments ago.

"Shit, Harry, you must know some kind of sex magic or something."

Harry moans again, speeding up the motion of his hips. "Well, I don't know about sex magic," gasps out Harry, eyes rolling in the back of his head in bliss. "I don't even think we have sex ed at Hogwarts. I mean, wasn't a class required at Smeltings?"

"Yes, but maybe it's different for your kind," Dudley hisses out as he grabs both of Harry's butt cheeks. He pulls the pale cheeks apart and Harry gasps again as his pink pucker is exposed to the cool air. Dudley squeezes the plump flesh in his hands, grinding Harry down harder over his dick.

Harry's cries of pleasure increase in volume, especially when Dudley inserts a finger into Harry's cum slicked opening, still wet from Dudley's previous release. Harry grinds into Dudley's finger, arse clenching desperatly as it tries to suck the whole finger into the dark passage. Harry is moments away from orgasm, and if Dudley's increased breathing is any indication, so is he. Both boys are only moments away from nirvana, seconds away from pure sexuale bliss when--

Someone begins banging furiously on the back door.

"Holy shit!" Harry screeches before bolting off of Dudley. He hurridly pulls one of Dudley's overly large shirts over his head. "Who the hell is that!?" Harry yells again as he searches for his abandoned boxers. There was no way that someone is gonna walk in and see them laying around as if, well, as if Harry had just been fucking his cousin.

"I don't know, it can't be Mum and Dad they arn't coming back from France for another three weeks."

"Well, hurry up and go greet whoever it is before they make their way around to the front door. I'm gonna open a few windows to air the room out--it smells like sex."

Dudley laughs. "That's because we were just having sex."

"Yes, well hurry up and get dressed before they come around to the front. It must be one of your friends if they're at the back door. Whatever you do don't let them in until I come and get you."

Dudley nods his head, pulling his jeans on and a shirt over his head in record time. The banging continues.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" in quick strides Dudley is out of the living room, into the kitchen, then to the backdoor.

"Who is it?" Dudley asks, smoothing down his golden blond hair. Dudley laughs when he imagines how Harry is going to get his tangled head of hair to look presentable. One look at that birdnests and anyone could tell that Harry had just experienced a good hard fucking.

"It's me, you idiot. Now open the door."

Dudley swings the door open, a wide grin spread across his face. "Damn, Pierce, what the hell are you doing here."

Pierce laughs at Dudley's tone, pulling the heavier boy into a quick hug. When Pierce pulls back he has a brown eyebrow raised in question.

"What," Dudley asks, leaning against the door frame in such a way to block someone's entrance.

"The new Resident Evil just came out today. You told me weeks ago to get my arse down here so you and I can break it in. Though from the looks of things you already broke something, or somebody, in."

Dudley lets out a nervous laugh, running his fingers through his hair.

"Why are we still outside?" Pierce asks.

"Because it's such a nice day out."

"Your hiding something Dudley. The only thing that can make you forget Resident Evil is arse, or pussy. Who is it?"

"Who is what?"

"The person you're fucking. And don't lie to me, you look like you've just fucked a whole saloon full of women."

Dudley laughs again and he can't keep the grin off of his face. "Something like that."

"Damn, that pussy must have been good."

"Yes it was," Dudley agrees.

"Dudley, it's hot out. Come inside for some lemonade."

Dudley breaths out a sigh of relief as he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep stalling Pierce. When the both of them enter the kitchen Harry smiles up at Dudley, handing him and Pierce a tall glass of lemonade.

"I made sandwiches too," Harry says, going over to the fridge to pull out a plate full of sandwiches. Dudley smirks in manly pride as Harry brings the sandwiches over. It is clear from Harry's walk that Dudley's cock was just rammed up Harry's arse.

"So this is why you kept me outside," Pierce says, taking a long sip of his drink. "So your girlfriend can make sandwiches for us. Very thoughful Dudley."

"Girlfriend?"

"Hey, miss, what's your name?" asks Pierce, leering suggestivly at Harry. Harry's mouth opens and closes in shock.

"What!?" sputters out Harry.

"She is a he, and that's not my girlfriend that's my cousin."

"Then why does he have on a dress?"

Harry sputters some more. "This is not a dress, it's a shirt."

"Er, that shirt is deffinitly way too big for you, but I guess long shirts is the new style (didn't know that long though). But I still don't know your name."

Dudley laughs, taking a bite out of his turkey cranberry sandwich. "Pierce, this is Harry."

"Harry?"

"You know, from when we were younger. Harry."

"Oh? Oh," Pierce says as a few slight memories flood his brain. "I thought you were in some all year boarding school."

"Yes, well, they gave us a break this year," Harry says, smiling as he eats his sandwich.

"To be perfectly honest when I first saw you I thought you were the one Dudley was banging. But since the two of you are cousins I guess it must be someone else. But since Dudley's parents are away I'm sure he fucked her here. Come on Harry, give me some clues. What does the little vixen look like?"

"She's a redhead!" Harry blurts out, Ginny being the first image of a girl to come to his brain. Harry heart is beating a mile a minute as Pierce words flash over and over in his brain: To be perfectly honest when I first saw you I thought you were the one Dudley was banging.

"Oh, a redhead, Dudley? I thought you were into brunettes."

"Yeah, usually I am but this girl's arse was so tight I got pulled over to the dark side."

Harry chuckles nervously at Dudley's arse slip-up as Dudley and Pierce laugh together. Harry hurridly drinks the last of his leamonade before standing up from the table. "Well, Dudley, I'm gonna go and work on some of my summer homework. I'll be in my room."

Dudley nods his head to Harry and Harry quickly exits the room. When Harry is gone Pierce elbows Dudley in the ribs.

"Ow," Dudley yells in surprise, rubbing his sore rib. "What was that for?"

"You never told me your cousin was so hot."

"Yes, well I wasn't paying attention. He is my cousin."

"Well cousin or not if I were you I'd pound him into the next century. Did you see his arse? It's probably as tight as a virgin's."

"Er--"

"And why is his hair so long? If it wasn't for the hair I wouldn't have called him a girl! I mean bloody hell how embarrising, and he was practically wearing a dress so it's not like it was my fau--"

"Pierce," Dudley says, cutting his friend off. All of Pierce's talk about Harry has Dudley harder than steel. Dudley can't be more grateful for the table hiding his throbbing member. "I believe all the males grow out there hair at his boarding school."

Pierce licks his lips. "Well, it's a good look on him. Hey, Dudley, you wouldn't mind if I go up there and--"

"Pierce! I thought you came here to play Resident Evil?"

"Ah, your right. Still, I wouldn't mind pounding your cousin into--"

"Pierce!"

"Fine, Dudley damn. You don't have to be such a prude about it. Your keep close quarters with a fine piece of arse." At Dudley's look Pierce laughs, throwing his hands up in the air. "Ok, OK, fine. I'll stop talking about your cousin. Lets go and kick some zombie arse."

Tbc...