Cupido Infinitus

A/N: Thank you to those of you who reviewed the first chapter. Your positive comments help me stay motivated. There will be many more pairings, some angst, and perhaps some revelations as the story continues. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Back Alley Bliss

Fred and George led Harry and Ron through the crowded shop toward the front door, pulling them by their forearms as they seemed distracted by all the people in the shop and were dragging their feet.

Fred felt Harry stop and turned to look at him. Harry was leaning toward a pretty witch and saying, “Do you know that you have the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen?”

The witch blushed, flustered, as Fred gave Harry a strong tug away from her. “Come on, lover boy,” he said. “Outside you go.”

They now stood in a small group outside the shop. “So, where is mum and Ginny at?” Fred asked, craning his neck.

Ron grinned, eyeing Harry’s body. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

“Bookshop, I think,” Harry replied, feeling himself harden again at Ron’s perusal. “Getting our books.” This was their final year at Hogwarts, the final year they would have to shop for books and supplies. Harry licked his lips, staring at Ron’s mouth.

“Stop that!” Fred scolded. “Merlin, Harry, the reporters will be all over this if they found out. They are always watching you. Stop being so obvious.”

Harry looked sidelong at Fred, smirking. “You’re hot too, Fred. I can give you a go if you want. And you too, George.”

George hiccupped with laughter as Fred stood shocked.

“My Gods, George, we can’t set these two loose tonight. The papers will be filled with their slutty adventures.”

“No,” Ron spoke. “Seriously, we’ll be all right.” He didn’t want to waste the night under the supervision of his brothers. “Harry was just joking. Right, Harry?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Harry replied. “We’ll just go find your mum and … Ginny.” Fred and George became nervous at the way Harry said Ginny’s name - almost like a purr. “We’ll let this potion wear off.”

“Mum is expecting us,” Ron added. “You wouldn’t want her asking why you won’t let us out of your sight, would you? She’d have to have an explanation…”

Fred and George looked at one another nervously, unsure. Was Ron threatening to tell on them if they didn’t let them go?

“All right, just try to control yourselves,” Fred warned. “Stay with mum and don’t wander off. We’re going to see if Matilda can fix up an antidote.”

George shook his finger. “We mean it. Stay with mum. Act normal. Got it?”

“We’re watching you go into that bookstore. Go on,” Fred ordered.

Ron grasped Harry’s elbow and said, “Come on, Harry. Let’s go to the bookstore.” They turned their backs on Fred and George, grinning. This was too easy.

“We’re still watching,” George called out.

Ron looked over his shoulder at his brothers, shaking his head. “Fucking wankers,” he muttered under this breath. They stepped inside the crowded bookstore and paused, looking about. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were in a long line, stacks of books in their arms. That did not look like fun.

Harry glanced out the window, noticing that Fred and George had now walked back into their shop. “They’re gone,” he said.

Ron’s grip loosened on Harry’s elbow and became a caress. “Mum and Ginny haven’t noticed us yet. Let’s get out of here.”

Harry’s eyes connected with Ron’s before sweeping down to his lips. “Fuck I’m horny, Ron.”

“Me too,” Ron replied, breath quickening. “Come on.”

He pulled Harry back outside and turned the corner around the side of the bookstore toward a small alley.

OOOOOO

Blaise Zabini stood on the second story of Flourish and Blots, watching as the celebrity and his sidekick stepped into the shop for a few moment. The touches, the way they looked at one another, left no doubt in Blaise’s mind. Those two were lovers.

Blaise smirked at this knowledge. He’d owl Draco tonight.

“Blaise, I’m ready to leave. I’ve had enough crowds for today,” Mrs. Zabini said, stepping up beside him.

“You go on home, Mother,” Blaise replied. “I have a few more errands to do.”

OOOOOO

Harry had Ron pushed up against the door of a closed shopped in the alley, snogging him madly, their bodies pressed to together and their hands grabbing and reaching everywhere one on another.

They were breathing heavily as they kissed at a frantic, needy pace. A little noise to the left in the dark alley made Harry open his eyes a moment and turn his head. Ron greedily took the opportunity to suck on Harry’s neck, tasting him, as his hands lowered to Harry’s arse, grabbing his globes and pulling their erections together deliciously.

“Fuck,” Harry breathed, closing his eyes. This all felt so good. He forgot all about the noise. Who fucking cared if someone was there? They wouldn’t know who they were in the dark, would they?

Then Harry felt Ron’s fingers pulling at his belt, loosening it, so Harry did the same for Ron. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled as they panted in excitement. At the same time, they reached down one another’s trousers, clasping their hands on their cocks and groaning.

“Fuck yeah,” Ron moaned. He captured Harry’s lips again, sucking and tugging them with his own. “This is good, Harry.”

“Mmmmm…” was all Harry could respond. Both boys were moving their hands on one another’s hard cocks, jacking them, milking them. Their wrists were getting wet from the seeping heads of their mutual pricks, and the kiss deepened.

“Harry… Harry!” Ron groaned, his seed spurting up Harry’s arm as he came. Merlin, he needed that. He gulped down some air and began working frantically on Harry’s cock, sensing he was close.

Harry began grunting and he grasped onto Ron’s shoulders as his orgasm hit, shooting his cum up between them. “Fuck…,” Harry growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

They released each other’s cocks after a few more pulls and pressed against one another, panting for breath.

After some moments, Harry stepped back, digging for his wand. He cast a quick clean up spell for them both, and they buckled up their trousers again, chuckling.

“That was fun,” Ron laughed. “Fuck, Harry, we should do that more often. How about we find some witches now? I’m craving some pussy.”

Ron pushed away from the doorway and began leaving the alley. Harry stood a few moments, sensing that they had not been alone. “I’ll be right there,” he called after Ron who was already heading back to the main street.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Harry said to the dark.

Suddenly a wand light went on and Harry saw Blaise Zabini leaning on the wall, opposite of where he had been with Ron. He appeared smug and amused as he held his wand, smirking at Harry.

“So the famous Harry Potter likes men…,” Blaise teased.

“So do you, Zabini, if all the rumors are true,” Harry replied.

“They are,” Blaise smiled, sweeping his eyes over the rest of Harry. When his eyes returned to Harry’s face, he was a bit surprised to see the Gryffindor perusing him in return. “You and Weasley… are exclusive?”

“I think you heard him say he was going to find some pussy. Does that sound exclusive to you?”

“Harry, you coming?” Ron called from the street, unable to see the two boys from where he stood. “I see some hot witches in the pet shop.”

Harry’s eyes connected with Blaise’s in an unanswered question.

Then Harry called out. “You go ahead, Ron. I’ve got to find the loo first.”

“Fine, but I may not share,” Ron replied.

Harry and Blaise listened to Ron’s steps get further away and Blaise smiled.

“You think you can handle me, Potter?” Blaise challenged. “I’m not stopping with a little hand job like Weasley there.”

“Fine by me,” Harry replied, licking his lips. Blaise’s eyes fastened to his mouth and darkened.

Blaise’s wand light flicked out and the next thing Harry knew he was being pushed backwards by Blaise’s body, pressing him into the same doorway he had been with Ron just minutes before. Blaise’s toned body pressed him snuggly and he whispered against Harry’s ear. “Dirty, back alley sex is not usually my style, Potter, but I’ll make an exception tonight. I had no idea what a little slag you were…”

Harry could feel Blaise’s erection already poking his abdomen through his trousers and his own cock responded as well. Blaise smelt so good, some sort of cologne Harry guessed. He smelled of money and luxuries and Harry knew Blaise’s style was probably silken sheets in the most opulent of bedrooms.

Harry’s hands twisted in Blaise’s hair, grasping on to his aristocratic head and pulling him in for a kiss. Blaise gave in to it, kissing Harry with finesse and skill that Harry never knew existed. It was obvious that Blaise had much experience in this area and the thought of what would happen next excited Harry to an even more frenzied arousal. He wrapped one leg around Blaise, fucking him through their clothing.

Blaise chuckled lightly. “What a wanton little whore you are, Potter.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Zabini,” Harry moaned, uncaring if he looked desperate.

“You ever had a bloke back there?”

“No, not yet,” Harry rasped through his lust.

“Damn it, Potter,” Blaise swore. “I don’t like dealing with virgins…”

“Please…” Harry begged - to Blaise’s delight.

It was true. Blaise didn’t like having to break a virgin in, having to be careful. He liked a good hard fuck. But this was Harry fucking Potter, the golden boy of Gryffindor, hero of the Wizarding world. How could he resist being the first to breach the rosy gate of Potter? Might be a little fame in this for him too.

“All right, you shameless slag,” Blaise replied, licking a trail down Harry’s neck. “But first, let’s see those lips around my cock.”

“K,” Harry breathed, kissing Blaise while he unfastened Blaise’s trousers, their tongues tangling madly. Harry wanted to stay at Blaise’s expert mouth forever, but he also wanted to try cock sucking - a new experience as well. He tugged Blaise’s trousers down around his knees and knelt down, breaking their kiss.

Blaise leaned his forehead against the door, watching Harry kneeling before him and handling his cock. He gasped as the Gryffindor wrapped his cool hand around his hot length and began licking at the tip like candy. “Merlin, Potter, is this something new for you too?” Blaise rasped.

Harry was just getting use to the salty taste when Blaise asked that question. He didn’t want to seem completely lame, so he lied. “Of course not.” Then Harry pulled the length of Blaise’s cock into his mouth, sucking and licking, pulling with his lips. Ginny had given him a few blow jobs before, so he knew what felt good.

After a minute, Blaise pulled away, surprising Harry. “Saving it up, Potter,” he said, pulling Harry to a standing position and back against the door again. His lips descended onto Harry’s , tasting his own salty taste, while he unfastened Harry’s trousers. Harry shivered in anticipation.

Blaise dropped to the ground and looked up at Harry. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

He grinned wickedly as he took Harry’s cock in his hand, running his stiff tongue down and up the length, tracing the veins in Harry’s cock, while his other hand fondled Harry’s balls, making Harry slump against the door feeling as if his legs could no longer hold him up.

When Blaise’s hot mouth devoured his length, Harry reveled in the feel of Blaise’s hot, wet mouth and the wicked tongue dancing over his length, probing into his knob, suck and slurping. This was bliss! Harry’s fingers tangled in Blaise’s hair as Blaise began moving his head in a rhythm, letting Harry fuck his mouth, his throat, deeply. The rhythm quickened and Harry felt his balls building up and a finger slipping into his anus.

But he couldn’t worry about that finger because his body was on fire, Blaise’s expert mouth taking him over the edge and Harry groaned as his cum spurt down the Slytherin’s throat. And, still, Zabini rode it out, taking every drop Harry could give.

Blaise pulled his face away and the cold air struck Harry’s member like a smack in the face. “Hands and knees, Potter. I’m too fucking hard right now for any more foreplay.”

Harry got down on his hands and knees in the doorway. And Blaise moved behind him, massaging his arse cheeks with one hand as he fumbled for his wand with the other.

“What are you doing,” Harry asked over his shoulder.

“Lubricant, Potter,” Blaise replied. “You’ll need it.”

“Oh,” Harry breathed, feeling something warm and gooey coming onto his anus from the tip of Blaise’s wand. Then he felt Blaise massaging his anus with the tip of his finger, pushing the lubricant in and around. Harry moaned at the feeling. He didn’t mind the pain and it wasn’t very much, yet.

Harry shut his eyes when he felt the tip of Blaise’s cock pressing into him, easing in and out slightly, trying to gain entrance to his virgin portal. Harry was shaking a bit at the intensity of the experience, feeling more pain as his muscles resisted.

“Relax, Potter,” Blaise whispered. “Just let go.”

Harry tried to relax and felt Blaise slip in further.

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, Potter, I’m fucking you,” Blaise smirked. He grasped Harry’s hips and began slowing plunging in and out while Harry caught his breath and got use to the sensation.

Blaise was then surprised to hear Harry say, “Faster.”

“As you wish.”

Blaise grasped his hips tighter and began fucking Harry faster, noticing that the horny Gryffindor was now pushing his arse towards Blaise, begging for more. His grinned widened as his began to fuck Harry hard, harder than we would have done to a virgin. But Harry seemed to love it even more.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” Harry exclaimed. “Fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Blaise began to sweat as he pounded into Harry, deciding that Potter really could take pain well. And Merlin, this felt good - Potter’s tight little arse taking it all. The Gryffindor groaned and moaned, urging Blaise on, and Blaise gave his all, exploding in white hot bliss. Blaise wrapped his arm about Harry’s chest and leaned onto him as he shot his final release into him.

“Mmmm… thanks, Potter,” Blaise panted against the sweaty skin of Harry’s back. Then he pulled out, picked up his wand and cleaned them both up.

Harry stood, leaning against the building for support, while he fastened his trousers back up. “Thanks for helping me with that little virginity problem, Zabini,” Harry smirked.

Blaise stepped forward and gave Harry one more delicious kiss. “My pleasure,” he replied. He turned, walked a few steps, and turned to look at Harry. “See you on the train tomorrow, Potter.” The air cracked and Blaise was gone.

“Harry, Harry,” Ron called from the street.

Harry peeked around the corner and saw Ron with his arms around two girls, looking about for him.

Harry smiled. The night was still young.

OOOOOO


A/N Hope you enjoyed that. And, yes, more pairings to come as our horny heroes head off to their seventh year of school;) Please send me your thoughts. I love to hear from you.

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