Taming

Scorpius would have Avada Kadavra’d himself before he admitted to being, of all things, nervous. However, he had no idea what emotion to attribute the feeling in the pit of his stomach to. He settled on excitement and left it at that. He waited patiently until the party was in full swing, and then he slunk down the steps. Rather than a big entrance, he wanted to scope the room briefly to see if he had… To see who was there.

At the bottom of the stairs, he scanned the room. To his great joy, he spotted Lily Potter right away. Her back was to him, but there was no mistaking that waterfall of red hair. She had taken him at his word, and she looked incredible. She was wearing a flouncy black miniskirt that barely covered her arse. Her long, long, long legs were bare and her silver, strappy heels emphasized the length even further. She was surrounded by a crowd of male admirers, and when she turned to listen to something that one of them was saying, he could see that her face was expertly made up just enough to be fierce without being skanky.

No doubt, she was a hottie. However, his gaze slid past her nearly indifferently. He had more interesting prey on his mind. He got that funny fluttering in his stomach again (what was causing that?) when he spotted a tousled head of black hair near Lily. Sure enough, it was Albus Potter. Lily, or someone, had cleaned him up and the sight of him gave Scorpius chills.

His hair was still messy, but it was artfully messy now, as if someone had taken a can of mousse to him. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, black jeans, and black boots. It was a bit boring, but the clothes were nice and tight and showed that the boy actually had a few muscles under there. Plus the all-black look set off his midnight-dark hair and fair skin to perfection. It also set him apart from the throng of partiers who were wearing garish colors and loud prints.

Albus looked up, scanning the room, and even at this distance, his eyes glittered like jewels. No one had yet noticed Scorpius’s appearance, but Albus Potter’s eyes went directly to Scorpius and stopped. And widened nearly comically. That annoying fluttering was back, and rather than be thought to be lurking, Scorpius entered the party proper, walking with the thumping beat of the music.

Several people noticed him and squealed his name, but he walked with a singular purpose towards Albus Potter. Albus’s eyes were glued to him as he walked and Scorpius noted with satisfaction that they flicked up and down a few times. The boy’s tongue slipped out and moistened his lips, and Scorpius nearly stumbled. What the fuck was wrong with him tonight? He was acting like some kind of… (shudder) virgin.

Lily Potter seemed to notice that her brother was in a sort of trance, and she turned to see what had captivated him, and her jaw literally dropped. Scorpius didn’t notice, however, since he was unable to look anywhere but into Albus Potter’s eyes. He was screaming at himself in his head: Malfoy pride! The rules! Your reputation!

But when he reached the Potters, his head seemed to be filled with a strange buzzing that drowned out any internal monologue. “Lily, darling, you look hot as fuck,” he proclaimed, still never removing his eyes from Albus’s. She giggled nervously somewhere to his side, but he still didn’t look at her.

“So, Potter. You want to find somewhere a little quieter?” Scorpius asked Albus boldly. Scorpius couldn’t remember seeing him blink yet. The boy nodded once, almost curtly, and Scorpius grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt and dragged him bodily out the common room door, past the shocked party-goers. No one could remember a time in living memory that Scorpius Malfoy had been so obvious. Plus he had literally just arrived at the party. He didn’t even have a drink first! The entire common room was buzzing about this completely unexpected turn of events. Some boy showed up that no one even knew, and suddenly Scorpius Malfoy started acting like a caveman. Speculation ran rampant, but Albus and Scorpius didn’t hear a word of it.

Scorpius dragged Albus a little way down the hall and spun to face him. Albus made a small noise, suspiciously like a whimper, and Scorpius felt his cock hardening. “I’m going to fuck you, Potter. You know that, right?”
Albus definitely whimpered at those words, and his face got two shades paler. He seemed unable to breathe, and that look was in his eyes again. He nodded silently once again.

Scorpius desperately wanted him to say something, but he didn’t want to wait. He grabbed Albus’s hand and started dragging him again. He could tell that both of their palms were damp. He hadn’t felt anticipation like this since third year when he’d gone off with Augustus Hare. His heart was beating somewhere in his throat, and that feeling in his stomach was getting nearly unbearable. As was his hard-on.

Mindful of his earlier confrontation with his father, Scorpius knew that this assignation required the big guns. No broom closet or dark corner- he needed the Room of Requirement. He told himself that it was vital for not getting caught, and he certainly didn’t want to go there because they could have a big bed, and a fireplace with a fur rug in front of it. That was just an added bonus.

Reaching the stretch of hallway that he knew so well, he dragged Albus back and forth three times as he thought of what he wanted. The door appeared, and he dragged Albus through. The Room had obviously embellished on his request, since Scorpius couldn’t have asked it to be filled with candles. But it was.

In the center of the room was a large bed with blush pink silk sheets covering it. There was indeed a fireplace with a roaring fire, complete with a white plush fur rug in front of it, and everywhere were candles. A side table held an ice bucket with a magnum of champagne. Albus looked around, gaping.

“What is this place?” he whispered. Scorpius couldn’t even answer him. He closed the door, pushed Albus against the closed door and pinned the boy’s hands over his head with one hand. Looking deeply into Albus’s eyes, Scorpius took a step closer and brought their pelvises together. They groaned in unison, as they were both impossibly hard, just from the anticipation. Scorpius began to move, almost imperceptibly, against Albus.

The boy’s eyes got even wider. “Bloody hell,” he whispered reverently. The bottom dropped out of Scorpius’s stomach and he leaned his forehead against the slightly shorter boy’s, still looking into his eyes. He couldn’t keep words from spilling out of his mouth.

“Who are you, Potter? Who the fuck are you? Do you fucking know that I never saw you. Never saw you until today and you’re doing this to me. You’re looking at me. Looking at me and making me want to bugger you until you scream my name. Making my stomach tie up in knots and making my cock nearly split its skin. Who are you, Potter, to do this to me?”

Albus was breathing raggedly now. “No one. I’m no one.”

“That’s a bloody lie.” Scorpius finally gave in and dropped his mouth to Albus’s. He began to kiss him, slowly, languorously. Hot, drugging kisses that made both of them slump against the door. Scorpius belatedly realized that Albus wasn’t participating much, and he pulled away, questioningly.

“You want this, don’t you?” The boy nodded almost violently. “Snog me back, then, you git.”

“I don’t know what to do,” the boy whispered. “Never snogged anyone before.”

“You’ve never…” Scorpius didn’t even know what to say to that. It was beyond his comprehension that a seventh-year could be this virginal. But the idea that no one else had tasted Albus before him was quite arousing. And Albus had come with him so willingly! Scorpius had a thought.

“How long have you been in love with me, Potter? How long have you been waiting for me to do this?”

“Over six years.” The whispered answer shocked Scorpius. He’d never met anyone who claimed to have wanted him before his transformation. “Since our Sorting.”

“Sorting? Blimey!”

Now that he was talking, Albus didn’t seem like he could stop. “I was still waiting to be Sorted when your name was called. I watched you go up there, and I thought you were the most perfect… Most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, Merlin, your mouth. You are perfect in every single way. I never could want anyone else from that moment. But I didn’t have any hope. You never saw me. You were too popular. But I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve wanted! I know I don’t know a bloody thing, but I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Tell me what to do. Tell me to die; I’ll do it. Just don’t fucking stop touching me now that you’ve started.”

Scorpius had never been so aroused by words before. The feeling in his stomach had progressed to near-nausea, and he was seconds away from coming in his pants. But fuck it all. Keeping Albus pinned to the wall, he started to snog him again. This time, more gently, so the boy could figure out what to do. Scorpius ran his tongue along Albus’s lips and the boy opened his mouth willingly.

As their tongues touched, it was like sparks flying from a wand. Scorpius could almost hear a crackle of energy. He couldn’t hold back and he pressed his cock against Albus’s. The boy gasped into his mouth, and Scorpius dry-humped him like an innocent teenager against the door. It took about five seconds for them to both come, screaming into each other’s mouths like madmen. Scorpius couldn’t remember having less control over his body, ever. Even when he was very young. He’d never lost control like this.

“What have you done to me, boy?” he whispered.

“I don’t know,” Albus whispered back. Scorpius muttered a couple of cleaning charms and finally let Albus’s arms down. Albus stood against the door looking like he’d just taken a bludger to the head.

“You know we’re far from done, little Potter. I’m not letting you go. You belong to me, now. I’m going to keep you here until there isn’t a thing that you don’t know. You’re not going to walk right for a week once I’m done with you.” Scorpius had meant the little speech to be a bit more masterful, but it spilled out of his mouth as pleading and accolades instead.

“Yes. I belong to you,” Albus whispered, and just like that, Scorpius was hard again. This boy was going to kill him before the night was over. And he didn’t even think he minded.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his brain, he knew that this was utter madness, but Albus was everywhere to him. His scent was in Scorpius’s nose, and his labored breathing filled Scorpius’s ears, and those double damned green eyes were all Scorpius could see. And he couldn’t stop touching the boy. As soon as he’d let go of Albus’s hands, he’d begun touching the boy- his arms, his chest. He reached up and cupped Albus’s cheek, and the boy turned into his hand like a flower starved for the sun.

He grabbed the boy’s hand and dragged him to the bed. Scorpius finally relinquished his hold on Albus and said quietly, “Get your kit off.” Albus blushed a little, but he gamely reached up and unfastened the first button on his shirt. Scorpius couldn’t even resist. He stood up again and brushed the boy’s hands away. He began unfastening the buttons himself, revealing Albus’s chest. Scorpius pulled the shirttails out of Albus’s pants and pushed the shirt impatiently over Albus’s shoulders and off his arms. He couldn’t stop running his hands over the soft flesh.

He ghosted over the pink nipples, which were already hard. Must have been from pure arousal, since the room was quite warm. Scorpius brushed over the sleek muscles of Albus’s stomach, enjoying the way they jumped under his touch. And the soft little trail of black hair running down his stomach was irresistible.

He took a step back and watched as Albus toed his boots off and then his socks. When he tentatively reached for his fly, Scorpius stopped him again. He’d never done anything so subservient in his life, but he dropped to his knees before Albus Potter like a hundred people had done to Scorpius himself. Scorpius Malfoy did not get on his knees for a boy. Yet there he was.

Albus was breathing so brokenly that Scorpius thought he might cry. Scorpius forced himself to go slowly, and he popped the top button with the crook of a single index finger. Albus whimpered. Scorpius hooked the second one. God, what was it about jeans with a button fly rather than a zipper that made everything so much sexier? Probably the anticipation.

He hooked another button with agonizing slowness. His finger brushed the boy’s cock and Albus nearly fell backwards. Scorpius tore open the last button and pushed the boy’s jeans and shorts down without preamble. He was behaving like some kind of cock-hungry slut, and he found that he didn’t mind at all. Albus’s cock was beautiful. Not as large as his own (whose was?) but somehow perfect.

Scorpius, without warning, opened his mouth and sucked the boy down until his nose hit Albus’s public bone. The boy’s knees buckled, but he kept himself upright, thankfully. Maybe it was the fact that he knew no one had ever done this to Albus before, but Scorpius went about pleasuring him with a determination he’d never had before. Usually he didn’t worry that the guy was enjoying it. Scorpius always received rave reviews, so he knew he was good.

However, with Albus Potter, it seemed vital to make him moan again. There was nothing more important than to make him make that whimpering noise. It was paramount to make the boy’s hands clutch Scorpius’s hair like that and to make him come. Hard.

And he did. It had been a while since Scorpius had let a guy come in his mouth, but just now, he wanted to. He needed to. He wanted to taste Albus, to swallow every drop, while Albus howled above him. It was utter madness, but Scorpius was under a spell, and everything felt so good. Albus collapsed to his knees the moment Scorpius released him, and, shocking himself, Scorpius wrapped his arms around the boy and held him, feeling the tremors that were still wracking the boy’s body.

“Merlin, Scorpius. I love you,” the boy whispered brokenly. Scorpius opened his mouth to say something flippant about the number of people who said that after their first blowjob, but Albus pulled back and looked at him again. And it wasn’t lust and gratitude that Scorpius saw shining in those big green eyes. It was love. Real love. No one had ever looked at Scorpius like that before, and it scared the shit out of him. Bloody buggering fuck.

He pulled the boy to him and crushed their lips together, Albus kissing him with all the feeling that had been shining from his eyes. It was so sweet and so profound that it actually hurt. Albus was hurting him, and Scorpius wanted him to do it just a little harder still. Which scared him even more. But he couldn’t shove the boy away. He needed this. Fuck, he wanted this, which was the truly scary part.