Passion Play

Chapter Three

The razor was perfect. All the hair on his body disappeared with a simple swipe. No cuts, no grazes, and even a baby could use one of these without hurting themselves. Harry was still trying to understand what happened in the bedroom not fifteen minutes ago.

He stepped out of the shower and curled a towel around his body, hugging it close. He wiped the fog from the mirrors and gazed into his blurry reflection. What was Bill talking about? Harry wrinkled his nose and glared at himself.

Whatever it was, Harry didn’t see it. But he knew one thing, he wanted Bill to kiss him again… touch him. Oh Merlin, he could only imagine how that would feel. His erection sprang to life. “Stupid hormones,” he whispered staring down at it protruding up against the towel. He ignored the throbbing pressure when a tap on the door caused him to jump and swivel around just as the door cracked.

“Gorgeous,” Bill purred leaning against the frame. In his hands was a stack of clothes with a potion phial on top.

Harry blushed. “Eh.” He felt Bill’s eyes raking up and down his body before smirking and holding out some clothes.

“Take the potions and the clothes my little raven, the potion is another gift. You will never need glasses as long as you live.”

“Really?” Harry chirped taking them in one hand while trying to keep the towel up with the other.

“Mhmm, I’ll take these!” Bill swiped his glasses and banished them. “Get dressed and I’ll see you out here.”

Harry bit his lip and blearily watched Bill walk away and let out a breath he had no idea he’d been holding.

Harry found himself dressed in a white open tunic that was thin and much like Bill’s although the trousers were a little different. Not as tight but they were tan, Muggle like and sat low against his hips. The formation of his tan raced up his arms and through his torso, neck, and face. His hair a wild wet mess and the potion he had taken gave him one hundred percent perfect clarity.

He looked like a different person already. He was wearing soft desert boots that were white and went to his ankles. Everything fit him just fine. How did Bill know his size? He queried inwardly. After brushing his teeth, he found Bill in the kitchen with two large rectangular boxes.

Bill smirked. “Much - much better.” He sauntered over, hips swaying and stopped in front of Harry before cupping his cheeks and neck with his large hands. “See, you are a beautiful boy…”

“I think you’ve been in the heat far too long,” Harry countered when his cheeks began to burn.

“Nonsense.” He kissed Harry without a thought.

It began was very soft and gentle, his lips swallowing Harry’s silently instructing him to follow his lead. Harry complied, finding him rising up onto his toes to get closer. Bill’s fingers slipped through his messy black hair to the back of his neck.

Harry was enticed, Bill’s mouth doing everything that it wanted, kissing and swiping his lips in succession. His heart pounded and the blood rushed, he was not only hot and turned on but his breathing was being cut off.

“Through your nose Harry, breath,” Bill whispered into his mouth and began again.

Yes, breathing through his nose was a lot better though it didn’t stop the arousal slipping from his stomach into his groin. Bill pulled him closer, Harry’s small arms slipped up around the man’s neck as his confidence slowly built up. Their bodies were pressed together like their lips.

Bill slowly forced their lips to move into a thorough open mouth kiss. All Harry could do was follow, indulge, and enjoy the sweet delicacy of kissing. He was held close to Bill’s chest, restricted from any vital movements not that he wanted too in the first place.

The kisses became sharper more fervent. Harry could feel Bill’s cock pressing in against him and his own attraction made everything on the inside throb. Harry was a slave to the kiss, a slave to the touch… and in general, Harry Potter was a complete slave to all things male. Everything from head to toe simply burned.

To have Harry’s young body molded up against his was even sweeter than he imagined. He wanted to devour the teenager’s innocent lips. Harry was a lovely little project, a consuming project. Bill threw in all sense of moral when he advanced on Harry, taking him, kissing him, and forcing him to comply with his actions.

Moral made no sense where Harry Potter was involved and it took a lot of his own resistance to keep from bending him over the dining table and shoving his cock up the innocent boy’s virgin hole. Thirteen and delicate, thirteen and making his cock hard.

This was illegal, wrong, and even in the sense of wizards, it was a blasphemous offense to mess with one so young. He should wait at least a year… but no, Bill didn’t give a fuck. All he cared about was keeping the boy close, his slender soft body up against him. Feel his innocence and then steal it.

Bill chuckled in Harry’s mouth when he released the boy who was trapped against him the table. “Little raven, you are flushed.”

Harry was also delirious. He was trying to come back down from the clouds and Bill’s hands to his neck and cheeks weren’t helping in the slightest. He was breathing harshly. His head spinning out of control.

“This - is all your fault. You made me hard,” Bill hissed brushing a thumb across Harry’s lips. “Simple things can turn someone on in the slightest. Just a touch in a certain spot, a small whisper… you can have the advantage. Make them succumb to you and your every wish.” Naturally, Harry opened his mouth and bit down on the tip of Bill’s thumb while staring at him. “Like that…” He breathed.

Harry nibbled and then left Bill’s thumb and initiated his first kiss and wound up under the curse-breakers control, much to his delight.

Bill enjoyed the swollen lips on Harry’s mouth. They were already pink before he attacked them and now they were plump and slightly red from the blood rush. He parted with Harry who almost whimpered in protest.

“We must stop, mum and them will be here in -” He checked the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes.”

“Oh,” Harry gasped out having forgotten absolutely everything due to this one redhead. “I forgot.”

“So did I,” Bill said chuckling. “Well, here, I’ve replaced your entire wardrobe. Muggle and Wizard. I’ll send more to you when you start back school.” He reached around and slid the packages towards them.

“What-?” Harry gasped. “But, this is too much Bill!”

“No it’s not,” Bill said into his ear and kissed it lightly. “You deserve it. Trust my tastes.”

“I do,” Harry said as a matter of fact. How could he not? “It’s just - this is so much!” He turned slightly and drew the box close.

“No it’s not.” He carded his fingers through the back of Harry’s wild hair and smiled fondly. “Just accept it and enjoy it.”

Harry bit down on his aching lips. “Thank you Bill.” He opened them. Stacks and stacks of endless clothing. The box must have been charmed to be bigger than what it was.

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered pressing a kiss to Harry’s neck.

The boy shivered. It was the best gift. He thought mildly and gazed up at the oldest Weasley with sincere gratitude. He didn’t want to be stupid and say thanks again so he responded with a chaste kiss to the man’s lips before pulling the other box toward him, which were indeed robes.

“There are shoes at the bottom, belts, and other accessories…”

There was a loud ruckus outside the cottage.

Bill pushed himself away quickly, winking he went to meet his family, giving Harry some time to get his thumping heart and pumping blood to calm down.

He had very little time for he was engulfed in a cooing breast strangling hug from one Molly Weasley, while Ron gaped at him.

“Where are your glasses?” He asked in shock. His best friend looked a lot different.

“I got rid of them,” Bill taunted with a smirk.

“You look wonderful Harry!” Mrs. Weasley said. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said in his sheepish nature.

Fred and George were grinning wildly and leering suggestively toward him whenever Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s back were turned. Harry decided to just go along with the twins. What else could he do? His embarrassed resolve was slowly breaking down. He’d been kissed and practically ravaged by a tall dark redhead and Fred and George’s vocal taunts would have to get more creative to make him blush.

A small hall in the Gringotts HQ was set up for Harry and his birthday. Apparently, Bill had gotten the permission to use it free of charge.

The day was spent in a magical tomb turned into a museum. Ginny got spooked halfway through and Percy had to take her out. Fred and George were having a blast though.

Ron was going on and on about a skeleton encrusted in gold with diamond eyes. Harry however found interest in the lore of snakes.

Harry saw a replica of a Basilisk and a long scroll mounted on the wall. At first, the symbols made absolutely no sense when he walked up to it. He tilted his head to each side and creased his brow in concentration. This was not Egyptian Hieroglyphs - not at all. Harry saw enough of them in Bill’s house and on other tombs and pyramids to know what they looked like.

No, this wasn’t that.

“No one knows what that says,” Bill appeared out of nowhere stepped up behind him.

Harry bit down on his lower lip when the man placed his hands on his waist. “Really? I know it’s not Egyptian.”

“Yes, they know it’s something of significance but they have no idea what it says. It was found in a tomb almost 2,000 years ago.”

Harry could tell by the dull yellowing around the sides. “Hmm,” he glanced once again at the basilisk and back to the scroll. He gasped and jumped when the symbols on the scroll rearranged themselves.

“It’s Parseltongue!” He yelped.

“What?” Bill stammered. “Parseltongue? Are you sure?”

“The words rearranging-” Harry stepped up out of Bill’s grip. “Salazar Slytherin, the Greatest Snake Sorcerer of the Age, outstripped Snake Goddess Minoan. The first creator of the Basilisk by hatching a chicken egg on top of a toad during a full moon night. Mistress of all Serpents Lunatian was the first and most powerful. As a youngling, she could speak human dialect as well as her own tongue. Salazar took her from her bed in the Western Desert and hid her for safety. Some scholars and theorizers believed that Lunatian was taken to Scotland but shortly after the accusations Salazar Slytherin disappeared. A Basilisk‘s only enemy is a rooster‘s crow, which is fatal.” Harry rolled his eyes. “And Gryffindor Swords carried by a twelve year old,” he added dryly.

“Bloody hell!” Bill gripped him. “That’s amazing. What else does it say?”

Harry had to glance back and forth from the statue to the scroll. “Gives Salazar’s life briefly and then Lunatian’s creation. It also talks about the many remedies a basilisk skin could be used for. It says here that a basilisk skin has been known to cure Muggle and wizard ailments that no magic can fix. Talks of their poison, says here it can‘t be reversed but that‘s not true.”

“What do you mean?” Bill asked.

“Her fang went right into my upper arm,” Harry explained and then gently tugged down his tunic revealing his flesh.

Bill gaped when he saw a curved white mark about six inches. “Merlin!” He ran his finger across the scar making the teen shiver.

Harry chuckled. “Was no big deal, Dumbledore’s phoenix healed me using his tears.” He closed his eyes at the caress.

Bill was in awe. This beautiful little raven faced off with a basilisk and lived. How? He thought running his fingers across the slightly marred skin. He grinned when watched Harry’s quiver at the touch.

Before he could stop himself, he lowered his mouth Harry’s scar and kissed it softly.

Harry gasped, eyes snapping open; he watched Bill brush across his arm and then slid upwards toward his shoulder. It was such a sensual move that the teen could hardly comprehend as he naturally lolled his head to the side giving the man full access to his neck. He was bit lightly, Bill’s tongue flicked out across his skin. A shade of desire washed across him as he leaned himself, back against that known hard chest.

Harry whimpered discreetly. Bill took him by the chin and turned his face so that his lips were within range, he crushed them together, throwing all caution to the wind, not caring about anyone in the public eye. Bill devoured Harry’s mouth, forcing them to part and plunging his tongue deep inside.

He remembered to breath through his nose as he sucked against Bill’s tongue, feeling the experienced brushes and sensual flickers across his top and bottom lip. Harry reached up and touched Bill face and neck, his fingertips brushing across that dragon fang dangling in his ear.

Bill already had him in his arms, holding tight, refusing to let him go.

The most foreign trickle of emotions slithered through the both of them, coiling like a snake up their bodies and intertwining them together.

Bill thought it was lust, Harry thought it was desire. The two were so wrapped up one another that neither saw Mr. Weasley coming through at the end of the hall.

He stopped and gasped silently when he saw the two embraced. It was the most peculiar thing in Mr. Weasley’s opinion. Harry was only thirteen! But he saw Bill’s tight embrace, the soft strokes to Harry’s cheeks, caressing so gently and carefully. The teen was doing not a thing to pull back and giving just as much as he gave.

Goodness!

What was going on? Well, it was none of Mr. Weasley’s business no matter what. He glanced over his shoulder toward the place where his wife and kids were. They didn’t need to be caught. They would never hear the end of it and he trusted Bill. Whatever was going on. He backed up quietly and decided to redirect his family to the other side where the ancient desert turtles were.

(o)

They had lunch in the cafeteria of the museum. It was Bill’s treat, which made Harry sulk. Bill was doing too much! Way too much. “You’ve done enough!” He prodded the man in the side when everyone was preoccupied with their food.

“No, I haven’t,” Bill teased with a smirk. “Eat and hush, little raven.”

Harry stuck out his tongue childishly before picking up his sandwich. Bill merely chuckled at him and his cheerful spirit.

“You know, Harry you should take Ancient Runes and Arithmancy this year,” Bill suggested.

“Really?”

“You can read Parseltongue runes, it would go hand in hand reading Ancient Runes. It would probably give you a step up. I’ve already shown you the basics.”

Harry nodded, remembering Bill’s teachings on some of the runes scattered throughout the walls of the pyramids. “What about Arithmancy?”

“It falls in line with Ancient Runes. The ones you can’t decipher, replacing it with numbers of Divination may help.”

“So I should drop Divination?”

“I would,” Bill said. “Divination really is a poor subject. You’re no Seer and you never will be.”

“So, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures?” That’s one full schedule, he thought to himself.

“You can drop Creatures, just buy a Fantastic Beasts book and be done with it. That’s all you need.”

“Care of Magical Creatures is a most important part of Wizarding Society Bill,” Percy drawled overhearing their conversation.

Bill rolled his eyes. “Percy, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy are more important. Besides, a book will teach him enough about creatures.”

“So will Hagrid,” Ron intoned and shuddered violently as if recalling something horrible.

“Yeah, Hagrid will do enough of that,” Harry agreed remembering first year and Norbert, second year and Aragog.

Mrs. Weasley was cooing fondly at the idea of Harry taking so many subjects, while Fred and George rolled their eyes.

“Waste of time!” They declared at the same time only to get whacked on the head by their mother.

“You could use some Ancient Runes in that cobwebbed head of yours.”

“Awe, mum, there are no cobwebs, just a bunch of other important things that we have no need for Ancient Runes to clutter.” George said.

“Yeah we are far more ambitious about other things than trying to decipher little shapes. We’ll leave that to the curse-breaker and pretty boy over there.” Fred beamed and Harry glared at him.

Bill laughed and threw a crisp their way.

Mr. Weasley was watching Bill and Harry’s interaction much more closely throughout the day. He noticed all the tiny things that no one else seemed too. Bill’s fingers were always on the back of Harry’s neck and sometimes would start stroking his wild hair and twine a bit of it into his fingers.

How odd, he thought continuing to watch their body language and movements. The way Harry leaned into the touch without so much as a thought. Bill was giving Harry the Greek Alphabet in Runes and Language. They were in front of the diagram and Bill was completely hands-on.

He made Harry giggle at the slightest touches. This made Mr. Weasley exceptionally confused. He had never known Bill to show any interest in anyone underage. Why Harry? All of Bill’s previous partners had been at least seventeen or older.

Though, Mr. Weasley conceded that he noticed a relatively pleasant change in Harry. He wasn’t so shy he looked as though he were going to hide up a tree.

“What are you looking at dad?” Ginny asked excitedly.

“Oh, I’m wondering how my kids became smarter than me. I can’t read that rubbish, can you?”

Ginny giggled, “Nope, I can’t. But Harry Potter can do anything!”

Oh dear, Mr. Weasley gazed at his little girl, knowing very well, Harry would never ever see her that way, when she was older. “Of course he can, darling. Go bug Fred and George.”

“Ooh, yes okay! I think they’re trying to stuff Percy into a mummy coffin.”

Mr. Weasley snorted with laughter. “As usual.”

He went back to observing, it was about all he could do right now.

(o)


Harry was pleasantly exhausted when he and Bill entered the cottage that evening. It was after eight. The cool air hit both of them and they sighed at the same time. Harry slipped eagerly out of his desert boots and collapsed on the sofa, much to Bill’s amusement.

“Tired?”

“Mhmm,” Harry said bending his legs so that his feet were flat on the sofa. He plucked at his hair. “Thank you for everything Bill,” he said sincerely.

Bill chuckled and slipped out of his own shoes. “You don’t have to thank me, Harry. It’s been more than a pleasure. I really hope Ron and the twins never rub off on you.”

Harry grinned. “I doubt it.”

“Did you have fun?” Bill asked peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the other side.

Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “What do you think?” He admired the man’s ripped chest as he always did and he didn’t hide this fact one single bit. “I’ve never had so much fun. Then again, I’ve never had a birthday technically.”

“Really?” Bill asked frowning. “How can that be?”

“The Dursleys hate me, Bill,” he confessed.

“I gathered that from our first conversation.” Smoothly, Bill took up the spot left on his sofa; he was on his knees facing Harry who was laying flat on his back. He placed his hands across the boy’s bent knees. “I’m sorry about that.”

Harry smiled. “Don’t be, you didn’t make them that way.”

“No, but you don’t deserve that.”

“Today made up for the past thirteen years, Bill,” he said softly. He smiled as Bill’s gorgeous face searched him entirely. He moved one leg, parting it to the side so that he could see Bill’s muscled chest. It was much to sexy to hide and with that particular movement came Bill sliding effortlessly between his legs and up his body.

Harry was ready for his warm weight. They were locked in fervent and delirious kisses. Both their tongues clashed and coiled around each other hotly. Harry’s fingers came up and pulled the ribbon from Bill’s hair allowing it to fall free. The act made Bill’s tongue desperate for more, attacking him and arousing him from all sides.

A thick hotness swept effortlessly through his body. Bill’s groin was pressed right up against his. Breathless, Harry nibbled the top of Bill’s lip as his tongue passed across the bottom, down his chin. The older man gently tugged Harry’s raven head to the side and gently bit down along his ear, dragging his tongue across the sweet tight skin.

A moan emitted from Harry’s aching mouth. His skin was on fire; his eyes were blind to everything but Bill’s gorgeous form on top of him. His shirt was pulled apart effortlessly. Harry was turned on like never before. His cock was rock hard and the biting on his neck caused him to squirm, whimper, and shiver all at once. He was holding onto Bill’s long hair without even thinking on it.

His parting lips were once again assaulted by Bill’s.

“You - taste - so fucking good,” Bill growled from the back of his throat into Harry’s mouth.

Harry’s body burned fiery at this and he drew in on Bill, licking his chin and then his tongue. He was much too aroused to blush or feel embarrassed. He wasn’t even that nervous, not even when Bill’s bites became a little sharp and desperate. He only murmured in pleasure and gripped a hold of the red hair balling it into his fingers.

Bill drug his teeth and tongue in strips down his sweet neck, licked wantonly at his chest, and grinned when he brushed across the boy’s pert nipple, causing him to scream out in shocked pleasure. Harry’s face was flushed in full and so was the top part of his chest and neck. He was so appetizing. His skin was nice on his teeth and tongue. He flicked the boy’s nipple again, and began to nibble and sucked while watching and listening to those illicit moans.

His thin flat tummy was rising and falling. His cock was hard and Bill’s hand was eager to help him. “Don’t you dare cum on me yet,” Bill hissed against his chest.

Harry mewed in response. He couldn’t get any proper levels of coherency. He heard Bill’s silky smooth voice, felt his tongue on his nipples, felt his hand flicking him tauntingly, yet the urge to explode inside was high. His breathing was weighing down with erotic pleasure. That insatiable tongue of Bill’s glided from the top of his chest back down to his bellybutton, circling around before lapping eagerly on the sensitive skin.

His moans were melodious music to Bill’s ears. He wondered how loud he could make the teen. He was so pretty lying there underneath. He licked all the way back up and forced Harry’s busy little mouth to take his tongue. He responded with whimpering sucks and kisses. Bill fought down the grin when Harry’s hands moved from his hair to touch more confidently than before. They circled across the contours of his abs and back up toward his nipples.

Bill kissed him harder for his roaming hands. Harry smelt and tasted so fucking good. He had a flavour that Bill could not put a name too. But whatever it was, enticed him to no ends. He hissed and bucked his cock up against Harry’s when the teen got daring and lightly pinched his nipples. He cried out at the grind, his eyes going wondrously wide.

Harry enjoyed running his fingers across the muscles and contours that made up Bill’s chest and stomach. He was hard and perfect. He nearly came on himself though when he hit a sensitive spot on the man’s nipples causing him to buck up into Harry, sending their cocks clashing and everything behind the boy’s eyes going into splotches.

He was in agony. He wanted to cum, his cock was leaking he could feel it through his thin trousers. He needed to cum, but Bill had told him no.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Harry laughed hoarsely and then squeaked when Bill bit him on his ear. “Hm, I suppose I can let you cum just this once. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Harry choked. “Too late,” he managed.

Stealthy kisses were placed from his neck down his chest. Bill kissed Harry’s belly button and made very quick work of the little button and zipper restricting the boy’s stiff organ.

Harry whimpered and lifted his hips just enough for Bill to yank his trousers down and well off his feet. They were discarded to the floor. Harry’s young cock was out and erect. So hard that the foreskin was pushed well back.

“Beautiful,” Bill purred and curled his hand around the hot shaft.

Harry was smothered by the hot flashing waves that engulfed him. The arousal was like lava. His mind was foggy and his screams and moans left his mouth naturally.

Bill watched him, stroking in a rhythmic half circle. He swiped his tongue over all the precome that leaked out of Harry. The boy was panting, pinned to the couch with his back arched slightly. He was way too cute underneath his submission.

While watching, Bill took him whole, taking his mouth all the way down to the clean base. It did the trick, having never been touched sexually, Harry’s hips bucked, he cried out with pleasurable desire, and the hot ropes of cum hit the back of Bill’s throat. It was thick and slid tastefully down his throat.

Harry shook in volatile tremours. He was weak and spent. Bill crawled up his naked body and before Harry knew what was going on, the man’s mouth smashed down on his lips forcing Harry to take his own seed into his mouth along with the tongue and delicious saliva that was all Bill’s. As disgusting as it seemed, Harry didn’t pull back and instead kissed him back, sucking his tongue allowing the foreign taste of himself to drip down his throat. Bill took one of his hands and brought it downward toward his skintight trousers. The cock inside was bigger and just as hard. Harry’s fingertips traced it like he would his own when he was in private company. He took the quiet breathing and murmurs from Bill’s lips to his as a good sign before using both hands to set him free.

He was thick and long. Wow, though Harry had absolutely nothing to compare it too. But the fact was, Bill was a man and he was not. His kisses became more smothering as Harry’s hand wrapped around it and began to stroke him rhythmically. His mouth left Harry’s lips and started to bite down on his neck, bucking into Harry’s hand, he cursed out through his gritted teeth.

While stroking the man’s swollen member, Harry slipped his free hand underneath and cupped his smooth ball sack.

“FUCK!” Bill took his mouth from Harry and squeezed him close. He could feel the hot puffs of Bill’s breath against his neck.

Harry may not know much, but he did know how to masturbate, like every teenage boy and enjoyed the feel of Bill’s bucking hips and the sultry sounds of his rough groans. He picked up speed and gently squeezed the man’s balls together until Bill’s cum and low moans exploded. Harry’s stomach was swamped with copious amounts of white-hot liquid.

Bill’s lips pressed into his ear, his breathing harsh and he spoke in the most rugged tone that sent a shiver up and down his spine. “You taste and sound so fucking amazing.”

Harry giggled sheepishly. There was no reason to be embarrassed; he was lying under a man completely naked having cum so much that he felt as though he were molded to the couch. “So you say,” It was all he could say.