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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,614
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Enemies
Title: Enemies
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Angst, Drama
Warnings: Slash, Non-Con, Oral
Summary: #22 – Enemies. Give what you want to take…
Word Count: 1,020 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
My first time with HP slash, so be kind, yeah? No Book Spoilers, or all Book spoilers, take your pick.
Number 22 – Enemies
Harry could taste blood, but it was not his blood…his blood had never tasted so sweet. The pale haired man groaned into Harry’s mouth as his white hands trailed bloody fingerprints down Harry’s belly to edge in between denim and muscle, lower, lower until manicured nails tangled in the black thatch of hair just above his painfully hard cock.
Harry’s hips jerked as old denim was ripped away and cold air smacked against his skin, and suddenly his straining organ was free. The bloody mouth was torn away from Harry’s lips, and kisses were pressed into his belly, his hips…and his…
“Fuck!” Harry hissed as pale hair spilled over his thighs, and a bloody mouth engulfed his cock.
Green eyes burned into the head that was bobbing over his erection, and Harry was momentarily confused as to why Draco Malfoy’s long platinum hair was tinged pink with blood just at the right temple.
Oh, yes…Harry had struck Malfoy there, and cut at the ivory skin so that blood poured down Malfoy’s haughty face. In fact, Malfoy was bloody from naked head to bare toe…and Harry had caused the pale, fey man to bleed.
“Harder…” Harry growled, his fingers tangling into Malfoy’s hair, pushing the man’s head down. Malfoy’s throat constricted slightly and closed about the head of Harry’s cock. “Suck harder, you bastard,” Harry hissed through clenched teeth.
After so many hours of beating the man for information and getting not one iota of compliance…Malfoy sucked harder.
Harry groaned as Malfoy took his cock from tip to root. Malfoy did not seem so unschooled at sucking cock…and Harry felt more at ease with his decision to strip Malfoy of everything…his wand, his dignity, and his clothes…in order to prove one simple point: Harry was the master of Draco Malfoy’s destiny. Harry was the judge and jury.
“More…” Harry gasped, spreading his legs wider in the chair he sat upon, the tatters of denim falling to the floor about Malfoy’s knees.
Malfoy made a noise deep in his chest, and Harry gasped as Malfoy used his bloody right hand to grasp Harry’s sac. But Malfoy was not simply satisfied with rolling Harry’s testicles in his palm. Drawing back for only a moment, Harry watched through his lashes as Malfoy moved his bloody fingers to his mouth, sucking at his first two fingers. Harry frowned at the motion and wondered if he should be on guard for some concealed weapon…but no…Malfoy swallowed his cock again, saliva, blood, and pre-cum trailing between Malfoy’s red lips and the tip.
“Bloody hell!” Harry shouted as he realized why Malfoy had licked at his fingers.
Harry’s hips jerked rhythmically as Malfoy’s forefinger thrust shallowly into Harry’s pucker and Malfoy’s throat sucking his cock down…tighter, tighter…
Harry grasped Malfoy’s hair, thrusting into the Pureblood’s mouth as that same Pureblood’s finger wriggled deeper into his ass. Harry’s vision swam as his body arched from the chair. Malfoy seemed to whimper as Harry fucked the man’s mouth, every motion forced painfully and without a care as to the comfort of the pale man Harry brutalized. The thought of brutalizing Malfoy further passed through Harry’s mind. Take the pale man on his knees, force his cock into the pale man’s hole, and then begin asking the questions to which Harry desperately needed the answers. If Malfoy really hated Voldemort as much as he claimed, why wasn’t Malfoy telling him what the Snake Snogger did to Ron? What had Voldemort done to him so that he could not bare to look at Harry now?
Harry was close to bursting as Malfoy’s finger twisted and was pressing repeatedly against his prostate. He panted as his body relaxed back into the folding chair he had placed in the basement cell of Grimmauld Place. Malfoy’s oral ministrations lessened, and Harry growled in warning to the bloody man.
“Suck it,” he hissed, grasping Malfoy’s hair roughly, causing the man’s face to contort in pain…but Malfoy did not open his eyes. Instead, Malfoy’s throat tightened as he moved his mouth over Harry’s cock, careful of his teeth, and moving his tongue to curl around the thick erection.
Another growl rumbled from Harry’s chest as a second finger worked into his pucker, and soon Harry had moved from the chair, straddling Malfoy’s chest, his painfully hard erection lodged in Malfoy’s throat and Malfoy’s fingers working Harry’s hole.
Sliding his wand from the holster on his forearm, Harry managed to Vanish the rest of his clothes before all his power of thought was given over to forcing his hips to thrust toward Malfoy’s face. Replacing his wand, Harry leaned forward, his fingers wrapping into the platinum strands just above Malfoy’s forehead, using his other hand to rest on the floor for balance, fucking the ‘ferret’s’ mouth in earnest.
It was a fitting use for Malfoy’s mouth, Harry thought.
And with that thought, Harry roared…his sac tightening and a burst of cum spraying into the back of Malfoy’s throat. Harry’s vision wavered as Malfoy’s fingers pulled free of his ass, Malfoy turning his head away, more white streams of ejaculate smearing across his left cheek.
Harry fell away, scooting across the stone floor of the basement and far away from the pale, bloody man on the floor, coughing up Harry’s seed.
“Where’s Hermione?” Malfoy asked, rolling onto his right side, not bothering to look at Harry who fell back against the wall, his cock still leaking cum. Harry was panting heavily, and it took a few moments to register’s Malfoy’s hoarse words.
“Where is my wife?” Malfoy asked, curling into a ball upon the floor.
Harry stared at the bloody gashes on Malfoy’s back, his cock deflating. Finally, Malfoy was talking.
“You tell me what I need to know, Malfoy, and I might tell you that your traitorous, Mudblood whore is still alive,” Harry growled as his breathing evened.
Harry’s eyes moved to the lean muscles of Malfoy’s buttocks and he smirked. Hermione had betrayed him with this pale man, and now that Harry had had Hermione, he wondered if her cock-sucking husband would want her back…or vice versa.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Angst, Drama
Warnings: Slash, Non-Con, Oral
Summary: #22 – Enemies. Give what you want to take…
Word Count: 1,020 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
My first time with HP slash, so be kind, yeah? No Book Spoilers, or all Book spoilers, take your pick.
Number 22 – Enemies
Harry could taste blood, but it was not his blood…his blood had never tasted so sweet. The pale haired man groaned into Harry’s mouth as his white hands trailed bloody fingerprints down Harry’s belly to edge in between denim and muscle, lower, lower until manicured nails tangled in the black thatch of hair just above his painfully hard cock.
Harry’s hips jerked as old denim was ripped away and cold air smacked against his skin, and suddenly his straining organ was free. The bloody mouth was torn away from Harry’s lips, and kisses were pressed into his belly, his hips…and his…
“Fuck!” Harry hissed as pale hair spilled over his thighs, and a bloody mouth engulfed his cock.
Green eyes burned into the head that was bobbing over his erection, and Harry was momentarily confused as to why Draco Malfoy’s long platinum hair was tinged pink with blood just at the right temple.
Oh, yes…Harry had struck Malfoy there, and cut at the ivory skin so that blood poured down Malfoy’s haughty face. In fact, Malfoy was bloody from naked head to bare toe…and Harry had caused the pale, fey man to bleed.
“Harder…” Harry growled, his fingers tangling into Malfoy’s hair, pushing the man’s head down. Malfoy’s throat constricted slightly and closed about the head of Harry’s cock. “Suck harder, you bastard,” Harry hissed through clenched teeth.
After so many hours of beating the man for information and getting not one iota of compliance…Malfoy sucked harder.
Harry groaned as Malfoy took his cock from tip to root. Malfoy did not seem so unschooled at sucking cock…and Harry felt more at ease with his decision to strip Malfoy of everything…his wand, his dignity, and his clothes…in order to prove one simple point: Harry was the master of Draco Malfoy’s destiny. Harry was the judge and jury.
“More…” Harry gasped, spreading his legs wider in the chair he sat upon, the tatters of denim falling to the floor about Malfoy’s knees.
Malfoy made a noise deep in his chest, and Harry gasped as Malfoy used his bloody right hand to grasp Harry’s sac. But Malfoy was not simply satisfied with rolling Harry’s testicles in his palm. Drawing back for only a moment, Harry watched through his lashes as Malfoy moved his bloody fingers to his mouth, sucking at his first two fingers. Harry frowned at the motion and wondered if he should be on guard for some concealed weapon…but no…Malfoy swallowed his cock again, saliva, blood, and pre-cum trailing between Malfoy’s red lips and the tip.
“Bloody hell!” Harry shouted as he realized why Malfoy had licked at his fingers.
Harry’s hips jerked rhythmically as Malfoy’s forefinger thrust shallowly into Harry’s pucker and Malfoy’s throat sucking his cock down…tighter, tighter…
Harry grasped Malfoy’s hair, thrusting into the Pureblood’s mouth as that same Pureblood’s finger wriggled deeper into his ass. Harry’s vision swam as his body arched from the chair. Malfoy seemed to whimper as Harry fucked the man’s mouth, every motion forced painfully and without a care as to the comfort of the pale man Harry brutalized. The thought of brutalizing Malfoy further passed through Harry’s mind. Take the pale man on his knees, force his cock into the pale man’s hole, and then begin asking the questions to which Harry desperately needed the answers. If Malfoy really hated Voldemort as much as he claimed, why wasn’t Malfoy telling him what the Snake Snogger did to Ron? What had Voldemort done to him so that he could not bare to look at Harry now?
Harry was close to bursting as Malfoy’s finger twisted and was pressing repeatedly against his prostate. He panted as his body relaxed back into the folding chair he had placed in the basement cell of Grimmauld Place. Malfoy’s oral ministrations lessened, and Harry growled in warning to the bloody man.
“Suck it,” he hissed, grasping Malfoy’s hair roughly, causing the man’s face to contort in pain…but Malfoy did not open his eyes. Instead, Malfoy’s throat tightened as he moved his mouth over Harry’s cock, careful of his teeth, and moving his tongue to curl around the thick erection.
Another growl rumbled from Harry’s chest as a second finger worked into his pucker, and soon Harry had moved from the chair, straddling Malfoy’s chest, his painfully hard erection lodged in Malfoy’s throat and Malfoy’s fingers working Harry’s hole.
Sliding his wand from the holster on his forearm, Harry managed to Vanish the rest of his clothes before all his power of thought was given over to forcing his hips to thrust toward Malfoy’s face. Replacing his wand, Harry leaned forward, his fingers wrapping into the platinum strands just above Malfoy’s forehead, using his other hand to rest on the floor for balance, fucking the ‘ferret’s’ mouth in earnest.
It was a fitting use for Malfoy’s mouth, Harry thought.
And with that thought, Harry roared…his sac tightening and a burst of cum spraying into the back of Malfoy’s throat. Harry’s vision wavered as Malfoy’s fingers pulled free of his ass, Malfoy turning his head away, more white streams of ejaculate smearing across his left cheek.
Harry fell away, scooting across the stone floor of the basement and far away from the pale, bloody man on the floor, coughing up Harry’s seed.
“Where’s Hermione?” Malfoy asked, rolling onto his right side, not bothering to look at Harry who fell back against the wall, his cock still leaking cum. Harry was panting heavily, and it took a few moments to register’s Malfoy’s hoarse words.
“Where is my wife?” Malfoy asked, curling into a ball upon the floor.
Harry stared at the bloody gashes on Malfoy’s back, his cock deflating. Finally, Malfoy was talking.
“You tell me what I need to know, Malfoy, and I might tell you that your traitorous, Mudblood whore is still alive,” Harry growled as his breathing evened.
Harry’s eyes moved to the lean muscles of Malfoy’s buttocks and he smirked. Hermione had betrayed him with this pale man, and now that Harry had had Hermione, he wondered if her cock-sucking husband would want her back…or vice versa.