Living in Sin

A/N: I hope you enjoy this...

Reviewer Response: paigeey07 – Glad you like it! My sis told me cohabitation reminded her of plants lol. That didn’t really fit so I decided to change it :) Thanks for continuing to read!! Hope you like this!

Kyle Evadne – Yay! I’m glad you’re liking it so far! I have a lot of things in mind and I hope those things will keep you interested. It’s also good to know you weren’t squicked by the D/L bit. I know the incest tends to bother people, but sadly enough I am a fan of the Malfoys. Mostly when I’m not the one writing it ;) Thanks a lot for reading!!

Jilliane – Aha! Once again you call me out lol :) There is a little something there between Draco and Ron that I will reveal later. Thanks for paying attention to all the details. I truly appreciate that because of what I go through to write it out :) I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks for continuing to read!

Coco- Yes indeed. That is the question… I hear you write best when you write what you know and sadly for me that just happens to be roommates and money issues lol. So I am writing that for H/D with an angsty twist! Thanks for reading and I hope you like what’s coming next!!

Axel – Woo hoo!! I am glad you started reading and that you like it so much! I will continue posting as fast as I can lol… and I hope you will continue to read :) Thanks a lot for the review!! I really hope you like what’s next!!

Akira_Kushrenada_Merquize – Yess!! I am soo glad you decided to read this one also! Your reviews mean so much to me and were a great encouragement on my last fic!! I am so glad you like this and that the characters flow well so far. Anyways I will continue to write as long as you continue to read :) Thanks so much for reviewing!!


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Harry jerked awake with the strong urge to piss. He cursed the second glass of warm milk he’d decided to ingest right before bed and glanced at the clock. He let out a loud sigh. It was 10 pm and Draco was in the shower getting ready to go to work. Harry heard the running water and the sound only served to magnify the feeling of fluid bursting at the walls of his bladder.

It had barely been a week and already the blond was a nuisance. On the first day he’d bought an excessive king-sized water bed for the bedroom. He had explained to Harry, several times that the liquid inside of the bed was not water, but a liquid metal substance that gave the bed magical properties.

Harry just shrugged, because it was another reminder that Malfoy could afford something extravagant that he, Harry, could not. Malfoy had also bought another couch, in spite the fact that Harry refused to get rid of his tattered one. Now the blond was eyeing the ratty kitchen table, unfavorably.

Malfoy seemed to be on the war path; taking over Harry’s flat one item at a time, and that wasn’t the only thing that bothered Harry.

Their schedules were polar opposite. The upside to this was that Harry had yet to spend too much time with the blond awake in the flat, but it was also the main reason why Harry now found himself in this current predicament.

He reached down and gripped his crotch, pressing a firm finger against the head of his member to make sure no liquid leaked out. He decided he could hold it in no longer. He had to pee. He clambered up off of the couch and rushed to the bathroom door.

“Malfoy!” Harry called knocking on the door, “Can I get in there for a minute? I really have to use the bathroom.”

Harry heard a muffled moan in response, and then silence. He heard the steady stream of shower water that continued to flow. This just served to irritate him *and his bladder* further.

“Malfoy let me in! I need to piss!” Harry shouted this time with a firmer knock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wet himself, but he was certain he’d been a single digit age. There was no reply.

“MALFOY!!” he shrieked, nearly banging down the door. Seconds later Malfoy stood in front of him… annoyed.

Naked.

Wet.

Dripping blond hair framed glowing pale skin that glistened in the flicker of light escaping from a crack in the bathroom door.

Harry swallowed hard. Suddenly the desire to piss was no longer the only desire at the forefront of his mind.

“Sorry Potter, I could hardly hear you,” silver eyes looked him up and down. The blond wore a look of amusement that suggested, sorry, was the furthest thing from his thoughts.

Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but to probe downwards over a slender but powerful torso. His eyes followed a trail of blond hair that began below the belly button and led towards a cock so perfect; Harry imagined he would give anything for just one touch.

His heart raced and his mouth swelled with saliva. He had never gone from zero to one hundred so quickly in his life.

“Potter!” Malfoy snapped loudly.

Harry dragged his eyes away from the god-like form in front of him and met stormy grey.

“I would like to get back to my shower some time tonight,” Malfoy snapped.

Harry felt a surge of embarrassment spread throughout his body. Had he really been that bold to gawk at the body of a man he once disliked so intensely?

“Er-- right,” Harry gasped pathetically. He was still gripping himself, but for an entirely different reason than he had originally intended.
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It was called Nebula.

Formally anyway.

It was also known as mist, haze, dust, and vapor. Most people referred to it as shell candy, a name not filtered out by Magical Law Enforcement. It was the most popular nightclub drug, made from frozen Ashwinder eggs, a potent ingredient in several love potions. The ground up outer shell of the Ashwinder egg was useless in the potions but very, very valuable in the illegal magical substance trade.

Its effects were addictive and overwhelmingly so, causing the body to be in an almost constant state of arousal. It dimmed the effect of unpleasant sensations and magnified the effect of arousing ones, including stimulating thoughts and feelings. This was one of the reasons it was so popular in the wizarding nightclub industry. Particularly the gay wizarding community.

The drug was named for the state of mind of the user after it was ingested, inhaled, or magically laced directly into the blood stream. It was a highly monitored illegal substance because of its addictive properties and consuming too much of the potent magical substance could have devastating effects.

Draco was a fiend, for the magical candy and it flowed through his body nearly every moment of everyday. He stood in the bathroom stall at Orchid Lounge, and brushed excess grey powder off of his tight black shirt. He took a deep breath, put his wand away, and returned to work.

“Tell me the kinkiest item of clothing you own?” an older gentleman seated at the bar posed the question as soon as Draco returned.

This perverted man had been trying to get him drunk all night. Draco was not allowed to accept the drinks men offered. At least not during work hours, but he was free to take the drink money as a tip.

“I have assless leather pants,” Draco flirted with the man.

“Assless…” the man repeated, licking his lips greedily.

“Mm hmm,” Draco nodded, pressing his lips together.

It had been a long night so far and Draco was in the mood to play games. Especially after the particularly enticing way his roommate had been looking at him only hours earlier.

He was starting to feel invincible. No man was immune to his physical gift. Not daddy and surprisingly, not even the golden boy.

“Draco, there’s a customer over there asking for you,” Zacharias Smith shouted coldly. The other blond had been working at the lounge every night since he had left Hogwarts. He was a hot commodity and one of the owner’s favorites, earning the majority of the tips and the attention. That is until Draco arrived. Now Zach was trying to exaggerate his look. He wore tighter pants and shirts, with so many rips, tatters, and tears that Draco contemplated why even bothered to wear clothes at all.

“Thanks Zach!” Draco smiled falsely and he approached the man seated on the other side of the bar. He recognized him as Oliver Wood, once Gryffindor quidditch captain he now played professional quidditch for Puddlemere United. He must have been a friend of the owner.

Wood was handsome enough and after the way Potter had gaped at Draco earlier that evening he was feeling quite turned on. The blond leaned over the counter and the man brushed his fingertips against the skin of Draco’s bare shoulder.

“You are beautiful,” the man said loudly in Draco’s ear, he was competing with the thumping music. It was dance night and the lounge was turning into a full blown club scene.

“I know,” Draco said.

“I don’t want a drink, I want to take you home,” Wood said.

Draco smiled, “I don’t know about that,” he teased, tracing his own fingertips against a faintly protruding vein in the quidditch stars’ wrist.

“I remember you from school…” Wood said.

Draco shrugged, “Who doesn’t?” he asked vainly. When he pulled away Wood was grinning. He beckoned Draco closer again.

“I want to fuck you Malfoy.”

“Again, Who doesn’t?”

"I like that you know you’re damn hot, Malfoy. When you get off, come home with me…" Wood pleaded. Draco pondered the handsome boy in front of him. He knew he could get anything he wanted out of the former Gryffindor, including hot sex. Lucius wouldn’t like it but then again, Lucius had practically left him to fend for himself.

“Malfoy!” Zach called icily.

Draco turned to face the younger blond and Wood continued to trace sensual circles on his shoulder. “You have another customer,” Zach pointed and Draco saw a brawny older gentleman, eyeing his body.

Draco licked his lips and turned back to Wood. “I get off at four,” he told the quidditch star.


“Mm. Yes you will, and at five, and six…” Wood smirked.
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