Gem Boys: Emerald Eyes and The Silver Adonis

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2/?

Before Harry knew it, a month had gone by, and so had all his bravado. Doubt had started to sink in where there was once courage, yet the desire remained eminent. This infatuation he had on the Silver Adonis had gotten so bad that now he couldn't even masturbate without envisioning the pale-haired beauty. What was worse, Harry started to want the man behind the mask, even if the thought of said man left a bad aftertaste in his mouth.

"What's this?" Harry asked himself as he strolled into his living room one morning to find a group of owls nesting quite happily on top of all his furniture.

In the center of the room was a large rectangular item covered in gaudy gift wrap. The orange and red patterns were unmistakably Weasley. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he picked up the card attached to it, and read:

To Harry on his 22nd birthday,

I know it's a little early, but I thought you might appreciate the gesture. Here in this box is a gateway to your darkest fantasies.

Don't wait up,

George

Harry tore open the parcel, revealing a painting of a candle-lit corridor. The portrait was similar to the moving ones back at Hogwarts, except there wasn't a single person in sight. The absence was almost frightening in a way, but he couldn't help but notice the erotic nature of the orange flames dancing in the darkness, almost like they were beckoning him to step closer. He could feel the heat against his skin, almost scorching.

What kind of magic is this? Harry thought.

A gut feeling was telling him that he was supposed to go inside the painting. Harry reached out to skim his hand across the surface, feeling very silly. It felt as real as any other portrait. But how did that explain the heat pressing onto his fingers, or the dampness, when he trailed them across the black stoned walls?

Holding the card out, Harry re-read George's letter, and felt relief when he saw more words appear at the bottom.

"Usquam cella?" Harry said slowly, eyeing the portrait when its surface began to ripple as if it were made of water.

He pushed his hand, and then his entire forearm inside, gasping as it went straight through. He then easily stepped the rest of the way in, closing his eyes. The light darkened beneath his tightly shut eyelids, and the air around him grew colder. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the corridor.

"I love magic," Harry said through a rush of breath.

Why hadn't there been anything like this during the war? Harry felt the walls as he began to make his way down the corridor, trying to make out the spells. There was definitely dark magic involved, but he wasn't shocked, as most of George's products weren't all that wizard-friendly.

Harry turned the corner, wondering how deep the secret passage went, until he spotted a dark wooden door at the end. The door unlocked as it sensed him coming, and slid open with a loud creak.

"Hello?" Harry called, stepping into a brightly-lit room.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but definitely not anything so ordinary. It looked like any other sitting room; black marble mantel, furred rug, velvet loveseat, and a door leading to the kitchens probably. Maybe a tad bit on the fancy scale, but definitely not anything he wasn't used to...except for the nude photos plastered on the walls.

Harry stepped over to the 'wall of fame' and examined the gorgeous men staring lustfully back. All the way at the top was Draco's, or the Silver Adonis', photos. He was sprawled on his back, looking deep into the camera, his pink tongue jutting out to swipe at the curve of his lip.

"Harry, so glad you could make it!"

Harry jumped, whirling around with a chagrin look on his face. "Yeah, I got your gift. George, my birthday isn't for another two weeks."

George shrugged, "I had to get you here some way or another. You can be really stubborn when you want to."

Harry rolled his eyes in response. "It's not being stubborn when I politely declined your request. I'm just not into this sort of thing. I like women. You know, breasts, vagina…" Harry said with a blush, trying not to look at the knowing grin blossoming on George's face.

"And still he denies...follow me, Harry. I think you need to see this." George grabbed the back of Harry's collar leading him into another door. Harry blinked, having not seen it there before.

They entered George's office. Harry stumbled into a chair, wheeling to face the tall man. "Is this all r-really necessary? I'd just be a burden, and-"

"Shush, and just look for Merlin's sake," George pointed his wand to the wall, where photos of his family were hanging. "Aperio!"

The wall shimmered and glowed; sounds of moaning and bedsprings began to fill the small, stuffy room. Harry blinked as the wall turned clear as glass, and revealed a bedroom.

Harry leaned back in his chair, "Oh..."

"Yeah, oh..." George said, just as breathless.

"Oh, oh, oh, right there! Fuck I'm about to burst…"

Harry bit his lip, his pants tightening at the familiar, snobby voice that he had once despised as a child.

"Yessss, I'm coming," Draco whimpered from behind the bed post. All Harry could see was his pale hairless legs, covered in white fishnet stockings. There were pink painted nails leaving indents where they clutched at his own calves, spreading his legs as wide they could in the air; his powder blue high heels dangling on each foot.

"Spill it all over me, Silver." Ruby lips was sitting in front of the Silver Adonis, he was wearing a white and gold venetian mask, with feathers, his fiery red hair thrown over one shoulder. Harry clutched at the handles on his chair as he watched the boy thrust his lithe arm in between Draco's legs. The farther he went, the more Draco's legs kicked in the air. When Ruby Lips pulled away, Harry was able to see a long black dildo appear in his clenched fist, the thick shaft glistening with excess lube.

"That's-" Harry stuttered, his eyes flitting over to George and then back at the wall. A russet-skinned man with short dark hair and wearing a black mask stalked up to the duo on the bed. He reached for Ruby Lips, parting the young man's legs. He shoved his face into that plump bum, inserting a finger after every few strokes of his tongue.

Ruby Lips let out a hearty, staged moan, before steering the dildo back into the blond in front of him, this time with long, languid strokes.

"The one and only," George chuckled, stepping over to the glass window. "You see that right there. That's my money maker. Thousands of wizards want him, Harry. Silver isn't like any of the others. You think you're the only perv dreaming about him at night?"

Harry felt something stir in his chest. "What, I-I haven't been dream-"

"Tell me something, Harry. Anything. What would you like to see them do next?"

"I-"

"Would you like to see Draco get taken from both ends?" George asked with a wicked grin. Harry couldn't say yes, yet couldn't manage to say no either.

"Silver," George held up his wand, smiling so hard it was apparent in his voice "I want you on your knees. Yes, that's it. Show the camera that pretty face of yours."

Harry stilled as Draco's legs descended from their frozen position in the air. There was a painful moan as he sat up on the bed, his blond hair, which had been stacked high in some sort of Marie-Antoinette hairstyle, had slouched a bit, some of the loose curls falling over his white mask. It was similar to Ruby Lip's mask, but his had more feathers framing the front, and was encrusted with tiny diamonds.

Draco got on his knees, facing the glass wall for his next instruction.

"I want you to-"

Harry shook his head. "Tell him to finish himself off with the dildo. Get rid of the others."

George nodded with a 'If that's what you want' kind of grin. "Fuck yourself on the dildo. Ruby, you and Topaz can leave."

Ruby let out a put-out sigh, tossing the dildo at Draco, who caught it swiftly due to his Seeker-like reflex. Draco grinned as the door slammed shut. "Want me all to yourself again, eh Diamond?"

They obviously don't use real names in this place, Harry thought, furrowing his eyebrows. And what did he mean by again?

"Always," George said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Give us a show, yeah?"

"Cast the charm for me." Draco reached behind him, easily guiding the phallus into his furled hole. Harry twisted his neck trying to see it go in, but his vision was blocked when George reached to press his wand tip to the surface of the glass. "Voluptas!"

Draco gasped, arms scrambling out on the bed sheet, his legs spreading out in invitation. The dildo started up with a leisure stroke, the sound of vibrating overflowing Harry's ears.

"That a boy. Show us that pretty face of yours. I want you to beg for it."

"Tell him to open his eyes," Harry found himself saying.

"We want to see your eyes."

"Who the fuck is we?" Draco moaned out, nearly banging his forehead into the glass. He began to jerk back on his knees, using one arm on the bedpost to grind himself further on the dildo.

"Our new member. He loves cute boys like you, see. And I figured since you loved cock so much, you two could partner up."

Harry had barely heard the words. All he noticed was Draco fucking himself on the imitation cock, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "B-but I already have a-" Draco gasped, as George did some twisting motion with his wand. Apparently George could control the dildo's movement and speed as well.

Harry snatched the wand up, before he could stop himself. He imitated the swish and flick motion he had learned back in first year. Draco cried out, throwing both hands on the bedpost to lever him. He circled his hips, as Harry's wand movements turned into more circular motions.

"Ngh, fuck I think I'm coming!"

Harry squeezed the base of the wand as hard he could, staring so hard, his eyes started to water. He used his other hand to stroke the tip. Draco's eyes widened, his teary eyes shining bright at he stared blindly at the other occupants in the room.

"Come on, you bastard." He slammed his hand into the wall.

"How badly do you want to explode?" Harry asked, putting more pressure in his strokes. He wondered if Draco could still feel the vibrations going through him. The answering moan told him he could.

Draco, so delirious in his pleasure nodded with a guttural moan, not realizing that it wasn't George who had spoken.

Harry loosed his grip on the wand, and began to make the circular motions, imaging that it was him grinding into that pretty bum. He imitated the strokes in his mind, going faster when Draco's face begun to scrunch in the heat of pleasure. His cheek smashed into the wall, screaming so loud he nearly shattered the glass. George winced, covering his ears. "Did I mention he's a screamer?"

Draco moaned pitifully against the glass. "Now what's this all about a new partner? I hope I'm getting paid double for this?"

Harry froze, whirling to face George despite his hard-on begging to be released from its confines. "Merlin, please don't tell me you think I'm going to work here. It's him, for crying out loud!"

Draco huffed. "Well!"

"Finite!" Harry said, with a careless flick. "George, I already have a job. And I never said that I wanted to make this a profession. Merlin, do I look like porn star material to you?"

George chuckled. "Harry, you're too modest, of course you're porn star material." The tall man reached onto his desk, where a stack of papers materialized. "Take a look for yourself."

Harry snatched up the papers, and sorted through them, his eyes widening at what he saw. They were all of him drooling over himself as he stared at the naked Malfoy through the glass. He blushed at the image of himself violating George's wand. "Destroy these, now!"

"Would you stop being such a prude, and REALLY look at them?"

Harry sighed, this time trying to not think how bloody embarrassing he looked pressed against the glass, almost nose to nose with the pretty blond. There was definitely passion, but it was mainly on his part. Harry didn't know what it was about the former death-eater that drew that expression from him. Yes, there was a lot of sex appeal, but fuck, he looked like he had been dying of thirst for days only to find a lake of water laid out in front of him. Draco was unaware of his intentions, but remained pliant underneath his gaze, his mouth agape as the bliss seemed to take over him relentlessly.

"Okay, so they're not that bad..."

"Harry, these are brilliant. If you don't want to work here full time, at least do a couple of scenes with him."

"I can't." Harry said helplessly, "If people found out…Not only would it damage my career, there's still Ron and Hermione to think about. They don't know that I'm..."

George shrugged. "Why do you think I make them wear masks? You're not the only one that's hiding, Harry."

Harry laughed. "A mask wouldn't conceal everything, George. There are photos of me everywhere. Hell, even Witch Weekly has a full detailed description of a dimple on my left arse cheek. I didn't even know I had one there."

George shook his head, "After all these years, and you still don't know about glamour's? I can make it so that not even my boys will recognize you. You'll be completely disguised from the head to toe. What do you say Harry? I'm only asking for a week's worth of photos. You can come whenever you want, and I'll make the pay worth your while."

Harry sighed, shuffling the papers in his hands. What was the problem, anyway? It was only for a week. He'd be completely unnoticeable, as far as George' glamour charms went. Although he didn't need any more money in his vault, it was still a nice plus. Not to mention, he'd be getting a week's worth of sex- Sex with the Silver Adonis. Why was this a bad idea, again?


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Harry modeled his new figure in front of the mirror, feeling like the biggest git in the world. George had charmed his hair to lengthen past his shoulders. Harry pulled his hair into a half ponytail, his fringe framing against the elegant black mask on his face. George had also made him appear taller. Harry twisted around, and lifted his arms, admiring the tattoo of a Hungorian Hortail curled sleepily on his lower back. He moved the muscles there, wanting to see it spread its wings, but the dragon remained dormant, its' scaled nose nuzzling against its' thick tail. Harry appreciated the sentiment, but wondered why George would choose the image of something that nearly destroyed him back in fourth year.

"Ready when you are mate. Let's see that sexy new bod of yours."

Harry tugged at the string of his underwear. It barely covered his bits. When he told George this, the man had said "Well, that is the point, Harry."

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and headed out into the living room. He nearly squealed like a little girl when he saw the living room was crowded with people. In actuality it was only George and two others, but having not been prepared, it was still all too much.

"G-george, you said no one would be out here!"

George shrugged. "It's not like there's a crowd out here, Harry. Calm down."

"Well now, when you said he was big, I didn't think you meant this big," said one of the men, staring shamelessly at his prick. It was the only thing that hadn't been meddled with in his transformation. The man was of normal height, but a little on the slim side. His hair was short and honey brown. Harry recognized him as page fifteen, the shy little school girl edition.

"Boy Jade," Harry said, recalling the man's Gem name.

"That's right," the man said confidently, smiling up at Harry. He took his hand, squeezing gently. "But you can just call me Henri. And this lovely specimen standing beside me is Gorgeous Garnett," Henri said, jutting a thumb at a tall burly brunet. Harry recognized them as the one from the very first Gem Boys magazine he had opened. He reminded Harry a bit of Victor Krum, not only in size, but expression as well.

Harry blinked. "U-um, I'm-"

"Evan. He's our newest top," George cut in swiftly.

"Top, you say?" Henri said with a wicked grin, "Have you paired him up with anyone yet? I could use another-"

"I've paired him up with Silver and Ruby."

The man's welcoming smile soon vanished, and was replaced with a scowl. "Of course you have. Excuse me, but I have to get going. The show must go on, as they say." He shoved cattily past George, dragging Gorgeous Garnett along his way.

George patted Harry's arm. "Come on mate, you have your own show to perform."

Harry shuffled after George, once again feeling anxiety rushing through him. He felt like he was going to be sick.

"George, I don't know if I can do this anymore." Harry barely wheezed out. But the man had already brought him to a room down the hall.

"Did you read your script Harry?"

Harry barely managed a nod. While George had been placing various charms on him, Harry was to memorize a small script. It was pretty simple. The theme was mistress and servant. Draco would be the bored and lonely mistress who would seek the company of her ever loyal servant. Along the way, her virginal friend Ruby comes to visit and they have a threesome.

"Remember, if you forget a line, just go with the flow. It's not like they'll be able to hear any of it."

Harry straightened his shoulders and slowly opened the door. Draco was sprawled lazily upon the bed, half leaning against the bed post. He looked clean as if he had taken a shower after his last ordeal. The skin of his cheekbones was coated with pink blush, and his lips were the softest of pink. He still donned the same attire from before, except now that included a pearl necklace and a powder-blue corset. The material of the corset looked so constraining Harry wondered how the blond was able to breathe underneath it; his pierced nipples shown above the embroided top, dainty pink, and just begging to be licked. Draco hadn't any underwear on, his uninterested cock lying limp between his fishnet clad thighs.

"Mistress Silverna," Harry stuttered out, wincing at how awkward he sounded. Draco studied him for a long time, the feathered fan he was fanning himself stilled for a moment. His eyes narrowed as he looked Harry over, and then turned his nose up, as if he saw something quite foul.

"Servant, what are you just standing there for?" Draco finally said, sounding sensuous and threatening all at once.

Harry walked over to the glaring man, his heart and cock throbbing simultaneously.

Draco's cold eyes slid down his body and to his erection that had already started to leak, dampening the black cloth concealing him.

"I see you brought me a gift," he muttered underneath his breath, brushing the feathers across the growing bulge. Harry bit back a moan.

"Yes, Mistress. I've heard that you have been lonely since master's departure."

Draco leaned forward, digging his fingers underneath the flimsy material of Harry's thong, his warm pale fingers pressing deep into his skin.

"You always know what I want, Emerald."

Emerald Eyes was the name George had given him. Harry hadn't been that crazy about it, but after hearing the name slip past those full pink lips, he wanted to hear him say it again and again.

Draco sunk his hand deep into Harry's underwear, enveloping the thick appendage in his firm, warm grip. His eyes remained on Harry's.

"Lie back for your Mistress," he said with a sneer.

Confused, yet not going to deny his wishes for anything, Harry fell back on the bed. He gasped as that sultry body wrapped around him with thighs made of steel. Draco forced his face into his, whispering to Harry.

"I'm going to play along, because my job's on the line. But if I were you right now, I'd be very afraid."

Draco let out a playful moan, as he sat up on his knees and began to grind himself onto the hard body underneath him. Harry gasped at the feel of his clothed prick rubbing between Draco's naked cheeks. Never in his entire life had he felt so encased with heat.

Harry gritted his teeth, sitting up so that he was once again nose to nose with the blond, "Afraid of what, Malfoy?"

Draco's eyes darkened with silent warning. He slipped off Harry, grabbing his painfully hard prick again. "Don't forget, Potter. I'm the one that'll be handling this for the rest of the week. Try anything funny, and I swear I'll tear it off."