Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 5

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/Justin, Harry/? (Others)

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP. (Might have het in future, not sure yet)

Date editted: June 10, 2005 (I am editting this fic on here today because of grammar and mixed up word problems)

This was written before OotP, so… I didn’t know that Draco would become a prefect at the time, so let’s just pretend that Draco forgot the password or something.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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Bathtub butt-fucking

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After Harry woke from his nap, he took a quick shower, washing away the smells from his body. He seemed to be scrubbing himself a bit more than he usually did, but Harry just told himself that it was because he didn’t want Draco to think that he was doing it with more than just Oliver Wood and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Harry also did a quick cleaning spell for his insides, so that he didn’t have old semen still sticking in him.

Yes, he was preparing himself for Draco Malfoy.

And he still felt completely sane.

He put on a dab of cologne once done dressing in his usual robes. He wasn’t sure why he was making sure that his tie was straight, or that his shirt was done up right, because they would just get taken off and rumbled up anyway. He walked downstairs, not at all surprised to see Ron and Hermione sitting in the loveseat, and from the looks of it, they must have been talking about him because the moment they noticed him, they stopped.

“Hi, Harry. Have a good nap?”

“Yup,” Harry smiled.

“And you’re going on a date now?” Ron said, looking very confused.

“Yup,” Harry said again.

“Who is it then? Justin?”

Harry just smiled and said, “See you guys later,” he headed for the portrait.

“You mean it’s NOT Justin??” Harry heard Hermione shriek before the painting swung shut behind him. He snickered quietly to himself, walking briskly to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom to meet his date for the evening.

“About time, Potter,” drawled a familiar voice in the shadows. Draco Malfoy was standing next to the haunted privy, arms folded over his chest, and a toe tapping impatiently on the stone floor. “I thought for sure that you’ve stood me up. I was about to go find you and put a flaccid curse on you.”

Harry glared at the blond Slytherin, “Well, excuse me for needing a bit of rest and a shower. Maybe next time I won’t make myself more presentable for you.”

Draco snorted and then walked up to Harry slowly. “So, are we going in to ask for the password, or are we going to shag right here for everyone’s viewing pleasure?”

Harry sighed in annoyance, and then stepped into the bathroom. “Follow me,” Harry grumbled. Draco complied, smirk firmly in place.

The moment that they entered, they could both hear the wailing sobs of Myrtle. Harry politely knocked on the door of her stall. The sobbing stopped for a second, and then a pale, silvery face peeked up from behind the door.

“Who is it?” she sniffed. When she realized that she was looking right at Harry Potter, she blushed a light gray. “Oh, hello, Harry,” she smiled a bit.

“Hello, Myrtle. I was wondering if you could help me.”

Myrtle floated through the door, and Harry stepped back a bit in surprise when he felt icy chills go through the right half of his body. Harry shivered.

“Sure, I’ll help you,” Myrtle said, sounding very lovesick. But when she noticed that Harry wasn’t the only one there, she became angry. “Who is this? Why is this … Slytherin in here??”

“Um, he’s my…” Harry stopped in mid-sentence, thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell her that Malfoy was his date or anything like it, since she’s got a crush on him. “He wanted me to ask you what the password was for the prefect’s bathroom so that he could use it next time.” Harry mentally crossed his fingers.

Myrtle looked a bit put out. “So, you’re not going to use it any time soon then, Harry?”

“Um… I might.” Harry said slowly. “That is, if Malfoy will let me… er… join him.”

Myrtle looked shocked. “Join him?” she said, looking confused. “You want to share a bath with … with another boy?”

“Why not? It’d be less risky that way. Besides, um, we’ve been needing to talk, and it’ll be the best place to go for privacy.” Harry tried not to smile too broadly as he patted his own back for thinking on his feet. ‘Resourcefulness, indeed.’

“Oh, well, I guess I could tell you both.” She looked over at Draco as if she were checking him out. Draco noticed, and scowled. “The password for the prefect’s bathroom this week is Rubber Duck. If you two get caught, you better not squeal on me!”

“We won’t, Myrtle. Will we, Malfoy?” Harry glared threateningly.

“Oh, of course not.” Draco said as if he were willing himself to be more polite. “We’d never dream of tell on you, Miss Ghost.”

To Draco’s surprise, Myrtle dissolved into tears, “Oh sure! You just couldn’t help rubbing in the fact that I’m a… a… ghost! That I’m no longer alive!”

Harry was surprised to see Malfoy looking abashed at this. “Er, well, I didn’t mean it like that, I just didn’t know what…”

“Oh, of course you didn’t know! No one knows a thing about poor, moaning, pitiful Myrtle!” she sobbed, “Oh, yes, you don’t care about hurting my feelings, because I’m a… ghost!” She wailed loudly and then threw herself into the toilet again.

Draco was still looking ruffled after she had disappeared into the U-bend.

“She’s sensitive about being dead.” Harry said, rather amused by Draco’s look.

“Oh,” Draco said sarcastically. “Thanks for the warning.”

~*~

Although Harry wasn’t amused about having to do anything with Malfoy, he was still eager to feel those enticing, sharp-witted lips on his, that smooth looking skin against his, and how Malfoy would feel deep inside of him, or of him deep inside Malfoy. He wasn’t exactly sure which he’d prefer at the moment.

They got to the prefect’s bathroom easily, without finding a single teacher along the way, or even Peeves. Harry wished that he brought his map with him, just in case, but decided against it because he was there with Malfoy. Before he even got any bit of his clothes off, Malfoy had pinned him against the door the moment it shut behind them. He was inches away from Harry’s lips, just staring deeply into his eyes. Because he wasn’t saying anything, just gazing at him, it made Harry’s heart beat faster. Harry suppressed a shudder when he felt Malfoy’s breath caressing his lips.

“Now I have you, Potter.” Draco said softly. Harry closed his eyes and gulped hard. This date was going rather well, considering it was Malfoy, Mr. Ice Cube.

“Yeah,” Harry rasped out, and then he opened his eyes; gaze piercing straight into Draco’s shimmering stormy eyes. “Now what are you going to do, now that you’ve caught me?”

He was expecting a retort from the blond boy, or a kiss, not the slow forming grin that was becoming more and more wicked every second. When he closed his eyes again, he heard Malfoy say in a very slow, gravely voice, “I will fuck you senseless,” then again, to Harry surprise, Malfoy brought a hand up and wrapped it threateningly around the top half of his throat. Draco didn’t squeeze hard, like Harry had first thought he’d do, but it was almost a gentle pressure. Malfoy’s thumb was right below his ear, over a pulse that was throbbing in time with his heart.

Draco slowly lifted Harry’s head up with his hand still gripped around Harry’s throat. He felt Harry swallow unevenly, their eyes still trained on one another’s. “Or,” Draco drawled, almost lazily, “I could just kill you, and bring your body to the Dark Lord,” he smiled inanely then, “The Great Harry Potter done in by his libido. How’d that look on the front page of the Daily Prophet, eh?”

Harry had prepared himself for this eventuality, but he wasn’t sure if he was in any position to be taking his wand out now, because Draco had a knee wedged between his legs, and a thigh dangerously close to his groin. If Harry went into his robes for his wand now, Draco would feel the movement, recognize it, and stop him from even coming in contact. Instead, Harry choked out, “I liked the first suggestion better.”

Malfoy’s eyes gleamed and his grin got wider, “Do you?” He moved his thigh up closer to Harry’s groin, and unmistakably found the hardening excitement there. “I guess you do. Does it turn you on when I threaten your life, Potter?” Draco squeezed Harry’s throat only a little bit more, “Do you like it rough like this? Do you want me to be the superior one, the one in control?”

“M-Malfoy…” Harry gurgled out, “Shut—Up—And—Just DO Me! Do me like you said you would…”

“Oh, yes, I will fuck you, Potter. I will fuck you and use you whenever I wish, since I’m really not going to bring you to the Dark Lord, or my father. But you have to call me Master.”

“What?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“You heard me, Potter. I am now your Master, the Master of your body, as long as you live.”

“That… that wasn’t in the bargain, Malfoy!”

Draco tightened his grip on Harry, and this time it really did hurt. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do, are you, Potter?”

Harry inched his hand closer to his robe, trying his hardest not to arouse Malfoy’s suspicions. Before he could even reach for the inside of his robes, Malfoy had placed a hand over his stomach, and then, not so gently, moved it down to the front of his trousers. Harry let out a strangled squeak when Draco’s hand found his erection and rubbed the end of it roughly. Malfoy’s hold on his throat loosened up just before Malfoy’s lips found his, kissing him hard. Harry, despite his anger that had been balling up in him, kissed Malfoy back in earnest.

“That’s better,” Malfoy said against Harry’s lips. “My little slave. Now, I want you on your knees, and I want you to take my trousers off. Can you do that for me, slave?”

Harry gulped, closed his eyes, and then tried to speak, “Y-yes…”

“Yes, what?” Draco drawled.

“Yes, I will…” Harry opened his eyes, giving Malfoy a hard stare.

Draco continued to look into his eyes, hand still firmly around his throat, “That’s not what I want to hear, slave. You know what you’re supposed to call me.”

Harry flushed in embarrassment. Finally, he steeled himself, pushing his pride down as far as he could. “Yes… Master.”

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Draco mocked. Harry felt like punching him in the teeth. Malfoy pushed Harry down, forcing him onto his knees in front of him, “Now, slave, do what I told you, and then deep throat me.” Harry looked up at Draco in defiance. “Do it, now, slave. Or else there’s punishment. I don’t think you’d want to be punished, now would you?”

Harry slowly shook his head, and then began his task, even though it was immensely embarrassing. Leave it to Malfoy to be into the kinky Master and Slave fantasy. Maybe, if he had his way someday, he could reverse the roles and have Malfoy call him Master. That thought made Harry’s smile slightly.

Finally, Harry had Malfoy’s pants off. Malfoy kicked them off the rest of the way, sending them skidding across the floor and stop in a corner. Malfoy was now naked from the waist down. Harry blushed slightly, despite the fact that he had seen other penises before. Malfoy’s wasn’t as impressive as Oliver’s, wasn’t as long, but he looked quite thick. Length wasn’t a big deal to Harry, since a penis can only go so far inside him, but thickness of one made his mouth water. He’d never admit that out loud, though.

“Suck it, slave.” Malfoy growled as he grabbed the back of Harry’s head, fisting a handful of black hair, and thrusting his face toward his erection. “And you better do a good job, or I’ll punish you.”

Harry secretly rolled his eyes. ‘Punishment? Ha! What could he do?’ Harry decided not to voice it; instead, he lifted a hand up and lightly threaded his fingers through Malfoy’s curly silver hairs at the top of his arousal. To his delight, Malfoy shivered.

“You ARE a real blond.” Harry snickered. For that comment, Draco smacked him across the head. Harry looked up, giving Malfoy a warning glare, and then slowly began to lick around the head of Draco’s cock. He didn’t hear anything from Malfoy yet, so he wrapped his lips around the tip of Malfoy’s erection. As he softly started to suck, he heard Malfoy’s breathing become raspier. Malfoy grabbed the back of Harry’s head harder, and tried to get him to take in more of his cock. Harry decided to oblige, since he was supposed to be the ‘slave’ of this little establishment.

Harry sucked the best he could, and then he took a deep breath and swallowed Draco to the hilt. He heard Malfoy grunt, probably loving the feeling, almost ready to come, but then Malfoy removed him. “That was good. Better than I had ever expected.” Malfoy drawled with a huge smirk on his face. “I think it would feel a lot better if I were fucking your brains out, though. What do you think?”

“As you wish,” Harry said, smirking back, “Master.”

“Now you’re catching on, Potter.” Draco took a hold of Harry wrist and dragged him over to the large bath. “Clothes. Off. Now, Potter.”

Harry scowled, but did as he was told. ‘I will get him back for this,’ He thought darkly. He quickly stripped, but made sure that his robe was within arms length from the pool. Draco made himself nude as well, and draped his clothes neatly over a towel rack. Harry got on his knees and turned the taps on, deciding that he should fill the giant-sized tub. Foam and bubbles came out with the warm water.

Once the tub was filled, he began to kneel so he could get into the water, but strong arms suddenly halted him. “What the…” Draco brought an arm underneath his legs and another around his back and hoisted him up into his arms. “Malfoy! What the hell do you think you’re doing??”

Draco didn’t answer him; he just tossed him into the bath. “MALFOY!!” Harry shrieked before he hit the water. Draco was doubled up in laughter, unable to contain himself. When Harry surfaced, he wasn’t very happy at all. He hated getting dunked or thrown into water without being warned first. “You… You motherfucking, titty-sucking, two-time, cum-guzzling, chode-licking, son-of-a-bitch!!”

“Now, now. Language, Potter. That’s no way for a slave to be talking to his master. I think it’s time for your punishment.”

Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue with Malfoy’s little game, but then thought that maybe if he humored Malfoy enough, then Malfoy really won’t tell Oliver or Justin about what he’d been doing behind their backs, especially with Malfoy himself. He swam back over to the edge of the pool, took off his water-streaked glasses and set them aside. Draco finally got into the pool, smirk still firmly on his face, and then grabbed the back of Harry’s head. Harry cringed at the roughness, but he felt his cock throb suddenly.

“Now, what should I do to you?” Malfoy asked, trying to sound innocent. “Should I beat you? No, it would arouse some suspicion if they saw bruises. Maybe I should just fuck you roughly, and not let you come. Yes, that sounds good.”

Harry grit his teeth when Draco tightened his hold on his hair. The punishment didn’t seem too harsh to Harry, because he was already used to not coming when his partner did.

Draco pushed Harry up against the pool, leaned down to spread Harry’s legs a bit, and then lifted him up so that he had one knee up on the edge. Harry moaned quietly when he felt his cock rubbing up against the cold tiles of the bathroom. He hissed at the coolness, but then groaned when he felt Malfoy stick two fingers into him, thrusting them in and out fiercely.

“So open already, and so slick. One would think that you’ve just been fucked or something. Have you been cheating on me before our date, Potter?”

Harry snorted at Malfoy’s sarcasm. He doubted that Draco even cared whether he had been shagging someone else or not, as long as he got some. “What do you care, Malfoy? You already know that I’ve fucked Oliver Wood.”

“And Finch-Fletchley, right? Who else is under your belt then? How many more notches are on your bedpost?”

“Shut your mouth, Malfoy, and just fuck me.”

“You’re such a goddamn slut, Potter,” Draco stuck a third finger in Harry, “Nothing but a fucking pervert.”

“Hypocrite.” Harry sneered, but then moaned from the fingers deep inside of him.

Draco snarled, slid his fingers out of Harry, and then without much warning, he pushed his cock inside. Draco tossed his head back, “So… tight,” Actually, Draco was just thicker than what Harry was used to, and Harry grit his teeth, feeling himself being opened further than before. Thankfully, the water provided good lubrication, and Draco was able to slid in and out of Harry with hardly any problems. Malfoy placed his hands onto Harry’s shoulders for more leverage and began to fuck Harry with an even and steady pace.

For once, Harry was actually glad that Malfoy wasn’t going too fast or hard. The steady up and down motion was just perfect, hitting his Sweet Spot every time. The position made it possible to feel more, and as Harry became looser, the more Harry wanted it. Just as he started to thrust in time with Malfoy’s upward movements, Malfoy placed his hands onto Harry’s hips and began to ground into him faster. It was quick, shallow thrusts, and it was rubbing against his prostate over and over. This was the best way he liked getting fucked: deep and hard, tight and even. Harry’s mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut, hands pawing at the tiled floor… he was in heaven.

“Draco,” Harry finally voiced, low at first. Draco began to move faster. “Draco…” Harry groaned louder, his breath coming out in raged pants. “D-Draco!” He said, almost shouting.

Malfoy brought a hand up and entangled it in Harry’s hair, and then pulled on it slightly. “Potter…” he moaned softly.

Harry’s head jerked back and he cried out in shock and ecstasy, “Oh… Draco!” He moved so hard that he had to hold onto the floor tighter to keep from slipping off the edge and into the water. Malfoy noticed this right away, so without stopping his thrusting, only slowing down a bit, he put his hands under Harry’s thighs and pulled him up all the way onto the edge. He followed Harry up, cock sticking halfway out of Harry, and went onto his knees behind the panting boy.

Harry lowered the top half of his body to the floor, but kept his ass up in the air for Malfoy. Malfoy grabbed at Harry’s butt cheeks and spread them further apart, rubbing at the soft chode that was located right below the anus. He petted it casually as he continued to pump into Harry’s body.

“Draco!” Harry cried out, not caring anymore if anyone heard. “Oh hell… harder, Draco! Harder!”

“Like this?” Draco growled in a low tone. He went back to doing quick, deep thrusts.

“Yes!” Harry shouted, “Oh, fuck… oh, yeah!”

There was a few more minutes of absolute, mind-blowing sex before Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, “I’ll be nice, just this once, and let you come. Since you’re doing a magnificent job down there.” Harry could just hear the smugness in his voice. He wanted to be angry, but he was in too much bliss to care. Draco moved a hand down and wrapped it around Harry’s throbbing erection. The touch felt like fire, and his gut clenched, and his scrodum suddenly jerked.

“Draco!!” Harry jerked spasmodically. He came, hard, all over Malfoy’s hand and the tiles below. He never thought he’d ever have such a mind-boggling orgasm with Draco Malfoy of all people.

After a few more thrusts, Draco finally came, pulse after pulse, deep inside of Harry. When it was over, and the after shocks were finally subsiding, Draco slowly slipped out of Harry’s body. Semen and other bodily juices came running out and down Harry’s thighs. Draco yawned, feeling very sleepy all of a sudden.

Carefully, Harry stood up, shaking a little. He felt his eyes going heavy as well.

“Malfoy?” Harry said quietly. He turned to face his newest lover.

“Yeah?” Draco answered, almost as quiet. He had this ‘oh dear lord, that was wonderful!’ kind of look on his face.

“That was…” Harry stopped, searching for the right words. He had never had to express himself before, not with his other lovers. “It was really… incredible.” The word wasn’t what he’d really use to explain, but it was the best he could do in his coherent state of mind.

Draco gave him a shit-eating grin, obviously very proud of himself. “Glad to hear it. So, are your other boyfriends that good?”

“No, not really,” said Harry, a bit too quickly. Harry blushed when he suddenly realized that he did. “I mean that I have never really came that hard before… I mean… it was so mind-blowing…”

“Why thank you, Potter.” Draco grinned. “Of course, the secret is easy, really.”

“And what might that be?”

“Location, Potter.” Draco said, chuckling softly, “Location. And powerful hips.”

They got dressed, drained the tub, and then left, all without realizing that a pair of ghostly eyes was shining from one of the taps.

~TBC~