It\'s Just Hormones... right?

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Chapter Title: Chapter 5 – Domination
Word Count: 3881
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content
Summary: Harry and Draco are 16 year old boys, and we all know how wonderful hormones can be at that age. Things heat up between them when a chance encounter in the hall leaves Harry wondering about his rival
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry, Draco or anything else belonging to the great J.K. Rowling. No offence is intended in my stories, just having a bit of fun ^_^
A/N: I\'m trying to make everything look a bit better, covering more in my disclaimer and such. I still feel like a newb in the Harry Potter Slash community so I\'m learning bit by bit. I appreciate everyone\'s support so far, it means alot to me! Any other suggestions or comments to help me improve are more than welcome. Thanks again and enjoy!

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Chapter 5 - Domination

*Harry almost grinned when he saw Malfoy mouth the words fuck off silently. The feeling was definitely mutual. He also didn\'t care what Malfoy said with his lips. His body said something entirely different. But what shocked him to his very core was what Malfoy\'s lips said next.

Kiss me...*

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Harry\'s eyes flew to meet Malfoy\'s. “What did you say?” he asked rather stupidly. His enemy\'s cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he looked away quickly, probably realizing that what he said silently was practically shouted in Harry\'s face. Harry felt a surge in his groin, causing his mouth to open a little. He had said it. Harry wasn\'t mistaken. He moved a hand up to cup Malfoy\'s jaw and force him to look into his eyes.

Malfoy seemed to be setting himself for battle when he finally faced Harry. He had his sneer back in place, even if it trembled a little. He mouthed his first phrase again, almost daring Harry to prove him wrong.

“Oh no, that\'s not what I saw. I saw something much more inviting.” Harry pressed his body closer against the slender frame in front of him, and the sneer slipped a little. The fabric from Harry\'s tee shirt rubbed against Malfoy\'s bare chest while their mutual erections were pressed together in a now almost familiar fashion. Harry didn\'t stop at pressing though. He knew what would soon have the Slytherin gasping as he himself had done. He ground against Malfoy, pushing his hips as close as they could possibly get, knowing the friction would soon have both of them mindless in a matter of minutes. But Harry did his best to keep his control. He knew Malfoy wanted Harry to kiss him and there was no way he would admit it again unless he was unable to think.

Harry leaned in as if to grant his wish, noting how Malfoy\'s sneer was nowhere to be found and a tight pinched mask was in place. Malfoy turned his head aside slightly, making a show of avoiding Harry\'s lips, not knowing his own lips were not the destination. Harry\'s mouth made contact on Malfoy\'s jaw line, sucking the skin there, moving along the entire jaw and down the cord in the slender neck. His grinding became a bit faster, using his hip bone more than his own erection to stimulate Malfoy, causing him to gasp silently and begin shaking beneath Harry\'s hands. Once Harry\'s mouth found the junction between Malfoy\'s neck and shoulder, he bit down hard on the tender skin there. Malfoy\'s body jumped and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Harry didn\'t know if it was from pain or pleasure, but it really didn\'t matter to him. He let go of the skin with his teeth and licked at the small wound, sucking it into his mouth. He felt the deep rumble in Malfoy\'s chest knowing this one was from pleasure. Malfoy\'s hips were now bucking hard into his own, begging for more pressure, more movement. Harry took a moment to calm down and trailed his lips back up the other boy\'s cheek, stilling his hips despite the desire to continue movement. He placed small kisses along Malfoy\'s jaw and then leaned in so his lips were brushing against the small ear.

“Now,” he panted into that shell, lightly licking the flesh, “what was it that you said?”

Harry leaned back to look into those clouded grey eyes and watched the mouth tremble for a moment before forming the words he wanted to see.

Kiss me...

Harry wasted no time in complying this time. He immediately leaned in and captured those lips almost worshipfully. He licked at the small split he had caused, reveling in the still present taste of blood, soothing it with his lips. Malfoy flourished under the attention, pressing wantonly against Harry, begging silently to continue the previous abuse of his hips. The moment those soft sweet lips opened to permit entrance to Harry\'s questing tongue, the Gryffindor knew he was lost. He plunged into the hot, wet cavern that was Malfoy\'s mouth, tasting him thoroughly from front to back. His hips began a steady thrusting that soon had both boys mindless in their pleasure.

They rocked together for what could have been seconds, minutes or hours, tongues clashing, twining together and battling for dominance. Harry sucked the sweet nectar that was Malfoy into his own mouth, swirling it around, savoring the distinct flavor. But it wasn\'t enough. He had tasted Malfoy\'s mouth, tasted his skin, but he needed more. He wanted to taste every inch of him. He tore himself away from the bliss of Malfoy\'s mouth, much to the obvious disappointment of the other boy, to move down the body and back to the nipples he had tasted before. He practically devoured them this time, nipping and biting at them mercilessly, causing the boy he was biting to buck wildly, wanting to free himself from this torture. Harry quickly moved downward, heading for the small puckered hole on Malfoy\'s stomach. His tongue wasted no time plunging in, swirling around inside, tasting the hidden flesh there. His hands were busy at the waistband hiding the bit of flesh he wanted to taste the most. He had to taste it, had to claim it for some reason.

Harry paused for a moment. He had never done anything remotely like this before and he was momentarily stunned by his actions. He considered what exactly it was that he was doing. He was about to go down on Draco Malfoy. About to suck the cock of this boy who had been his bane for years. Why was he doing this? Why did he feel the need to take this flesh into his mouth and discover what it felt like to be filled by Malfoy\'s erection? He looked up into the face of this boy, this almost-man who had haunted his every step for the past 6 years. He saw it flushed and clouded with lust, lips open and panting, almost not seeing who it was who was now kneeling before him, ready to do these things to him.

Draco had never looked more...

Harry shook his head. Hormones... was his last coherent thought as he finished undoing the hindrance that kept him from swallowing the last little bit of Malfoy he had yet to taste.

Belt unfastened, pants unbuttoned, zipper unzipped, Draco Malfoy now stood before Harry Potter, bound and, for all intensive purposes, gagged, rock hard cock proudly straining for Harry\'s lips. Harry took a long look at this bit of flesh, the head purpled with blood, the tip already wet and leaking, the veins standing out from the taut skin throbbing with every quick beat of Malfoy\'s heart. Harry glanced one last time at those lust clouded mercury eyes before closing the distance and taking the head into his mouth with one fell swoop. Malfoy\'s body jerked, his hips bucking forward as the sweet wetness enclosed his heated skin. There was no cry of pleasure, no moan of ecstasy, nothing but a head thrown back, eyes closed tight, bound hands clenched into tight fists, nails probably breaking the skin there. Harry was mildly disappointed at not being able to hear these cries he knew were issuing from the normally stick-stiff Slytherin. But knowing they were in fact there spurred him onward. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Malfoy\'s cock, tasting the sticky liquid covering the head. It was tart and very salty, but not at all unpleasant. Harry took his time savoring the taste, licking lower to cover the rest of the tight skin in saliva, then pushing his mouth lower, taking more and more flesh into his mouth. It was bigger than he had originally thought, or maybe it just felt bigger filling his mouth. He raised his eyes to look again at the bound blonde standing before him. Malfoy\'s eyes were glued to Harry\'s mouth, head slowing swinging back and forth as if denying the feeling Harry knew was running through his body. Or perhaps denying who it was doing the pleasuring. He was mouthing something, some silent mantra that Harry couldn\'t read. He had a good idea what it was, but didn\'t care one way or the other.

Harry returned his attention to the hard prick in his mouth. He was gradually getting further and further down, taking more and more into his mouth. His hand moved down from where it was still holding Malfoy at the waist and cupped the furry sac between the now visibly trembling legs, running the pad of his thumb along the deep wrinkles in the tight ball of nerves. Another jolt was sent through the body above him and Malfoy bucked against his face, sending his cock almost down Harry\'s throat. Harry backed off quickly, momentarily breathless from the sudden intrusion to his windpipe. He looked up to see Malfoy, wide eyed looking straight at him in astonishment. He took a second to gather his breath and plunged down again, taking as much of the hard flesh into his mouth as possible. The head hit the back of his throat, choking him for a second before he bit back his gag reflex and tried to swallow. But the flesh wasn\'t cooperating, trying it\'s best to come up through the roof of his mouth. Unable to accomplish the actual swallowing he backed up again adjusting his body to get better leverage, not really paying attention to the writhing boy in front of him. He took another deep breath and impaled his mouth on the cock. This time he angled himself to take the entire thing in to the hilt. He felt his gag reflex jump and he swallowed hard. Tears came to his eyes and he couldn\'t breathe, god he couldn\'t breathe. His vision began to swim and starts burst before his eyes. But he got it, he took it all in.

He held it there for a brief second, his throat convulsing around the jumping member before he finally came up for air. Drawing in deep life giving breaths, he felt his throat stretched from the intrusion. He knew it would be raw tomorrow, but he didn\'t care. He had taken Malfoy\'s cock, the whole thing, and almost swallowed it whole. Harry, eyes streaming, looked up to see something he could have never imagined. Draco was standing there, tears in his eyes, panting and sweating, mouthing a word. A single word. Please. Please. Over and over again. Please. Please.

Harry panicked for a brief second. What if he had hurt him? Not that he hadn\'t planned on hurting him before his plans changed, but not this way. Not in a sexual assault. Harry pulled his wand from his back pocket and muttered, “Finite Incantatem,” quickly breaking the spells he had set on Malfoy. The other boy almost fell to his knees and his pleas were heard echoing through the lavatory. Harry stood and caught Malfoy\'s shoulders as he slumped against the wall, his eyes suddenly opened wide, realizing he was free and still unable, or unwilling, to move.

“Malfoy,” Harry whispered hoarsely, his throat pained from the assault.

“Potter,” came the almost whimpered reply. Malfoy raised his eyes to meet the bright green gaze. “Please, please, don\'t stop.”

Realization dawned on Harry and he rocked back on his heals, almost brimming with satisfaction. He leaned in, rubbing his palm over the now spit slicked cock between them. He put his mouth against Malfoy\'s ear and whispered, “Don\'t stop what?”

Malfoy almost sputtered. “Fuck you, Potter. Fuck you, I despise you for doing this to me.” He gasped as Harry squeezed his erection. “I swear I will never... forgive you... never forgive you for... making me beg.” During his whispered almost breathless tirade he leaned into Harry\'s mouth, trying to thrust his hips into his hand, getting as close as possible to any stimuli as he could get.

Harry smiled into Malfoy\'s hair, inhaling the scent of it. A musky, heady aroma fitting of a Slytherin. He smelled of passion and dark purposes. Harry knew he would remember this smell every time he faced danger. He continued to palm the stretched flesh almost tenderly, coaxing the small moans he was unable to hear before into the open. Harry took one last deep breath, taking in that scent before whispering slowly, “Don\'t. Stop. What?”

Malfoy growled his frustration into Harry\'s neck Harry knew he was pushing it, making the normally dominant boy ask for anything. But the fact that Malfoy had already practically begged him not to stop in the first place and hadn\'t bolted the moment his restraints were removed gave Harry the extra push to take more. He wanted the Slytherin on his knees, crying and pleading for anything Harry would give him, but he knew that was too much to ask. Yet he would take what he could. And he knew he could get this if he was patient enough.

Harry continued his light stroking of Malfoy\'s bared skin, moving from the tip on his dripping wet head to the base, circling it with his fist gently and moving back up. He licked and nibbled on the soft, fuzzy skin beneath his ear, blowing on the moist skin softly causing goose bumps to make an appearance. Malfoy was shivering at this point, his breath coming in quick pants that seemed louder in the large, echoing room. Harry was close to elation at this reaction, enjoying himself completely in the slow torment of his tormentor. What he didn\'t expect was for Malfoy to find a different way to fight back. The sudden presence of a soft mouth on his own neck brought a sudden intake of breath, the lips and tongue practically mimicking his own in their slow, wet path. A slim hand came up to cup the side of his face and bring the flesh of his neck closer to the suction taking place there. Harry wondered vaguely what happened to the other hand when he felt it at his hip, tracing a hot trail across the fabric of his tee to make its way to the skin underneath. Those smooth cool fingers against his heated skin had his mind swimming and he lost his grip on Malfoy\'s neck with his own lips to tilt his head back, giving better access for the pleasure to continue.

Harry was brought back to reality by a sudden intense pain at his neck. Malfoy had bitten down hard on the skin, the same place Harry himself had bitten on the smaller boy, only twice as hard. At the same time a finger and thumb pinched hard on his right nipple, twisting it hard. Harry yowled and tried to pull away, but Malfoy held his head in place with his hand, not allowing him to jerk back away from his harsh grasp. Harry could do nothing unless he wanted to rip his skin from those sharp teeth, probably causing more damage than he was willing to endure. He intensified his grip on Malfoy\'s cock, jerking it forward harshly and drawing a short groan from the mouth around his flesh. The teeth finally removed themselves and the smooth lips came together to kiss at the inflamed skin, wet tongue licking at blood Harry was sure would be seeping from the wound. The slender fingers were gently moving back and forth across the small nubs under Harry\'s shirt, as if soothing the hurt there as well. A whisper of breath ghosted its way to his ear. Harry shivered as Malfoy spoke softly, his voice choked with passion.

“I do not beg, Potter. I never have and I never will. Especially from the likes of you.” Malfoy moved his hands south, one brushing over the bare skin of Harry\'s abdomen, the other taking a longer path across his cheek and down the left side of his body. It seemed Malfoy had regained a bit of his control after his little outburst, even though he still reacted splendidly when Harry\'s hand resumed stroking his exposed cock. He bit back a moan before continuing his speech. “You know... damn well what I want. And I know... mmpf... that you will give it to me.” Harry expertly twisted the skin as the base of his erection at this moment, listening but letting him know who was still in control. Malfoy cried out quietly, thrusting his hips into the pressure before willing his body still to regain the ability to speak again. “Because... as you so eloquently put it earlier... uuhnh,” Malfoy\'s hands grasped the waist of Harry\'s jeans at this point and practically ripped them open in his haste to grasp at the hardened flesh beneath, dragging the cotton boxers down to finally enclose this part of Harry in his fist, “You... want me too.”

Harry chuckled, knowing Malfoy was spot on, but finding it increasingly erotic to hear the whispered confession. The sudden presence of the hand stroking his own heated cock was enough to cause him to throw his head back in a half laugh, half moan. He hadn\'t realized what having his erection stroked would do to him. His own lust began to cloud his mind, and all he could suddenly think of was prolonging the pleasure. Malfoy was taking control from him, and he knew he had to do something before he lost it all.

“Am I going to have to bind you again, Malfoy?” Harry half threatened, knowing he most likely wouldn\'t have the presence of mind to carry it out.

“No, Potter,” Malfoy spat out, “You won\'t bind me because you want this. You want me to touch you like this.” He moved his fist up slowly from the base of Harry\'s cock to the tip, slicking the head with it\'s own natural lubrication before squeezing tighter and moving back down. By the time he had reached the base, Harry was biting his lip hard. He moved his forehead to rest against Malfoy\'s shoulder, trying hard to keep control and finding it more elusive than he had hoped.

Another stroke, and another was all Harry could stand. Finally giving up the fight he moaned out loud, filling the chamber with his cries. Malfoy\'s hand was heaven on him, and who was he to deny the holy pleasure. He raised his head, looking Malfoy directly in the eyes as he said between gasps, “You\'re right... I do”

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Draco found the fire in the pit of his stomach doubled at the confession. He was already ready to collapse from the level of stimulation his body was experiencing. He had never thought Potter capable of the kinds of things he was doing. His hands, his mouth, gods... it was so incredible he couldn\'t think straight. Draco knew his self control was at its breaking point when he had heard his own voice whimpering in the empty room, begging for something, anything. He didn\'t even know what he was begging for, just that he wanted it, needed it, more than he needed his pride. But he refused to allow Potter to get the best of him. Oh yes, Draco was back in control. He would be damned if he lost it again. He would show Potter no mercy. The raven-haired boy would be on his knees before the night was up.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open slowly and a soft mew brought both boys to a standstill. Mrs. Norris had just entered the room in search of wrong doers. Draco glared at Potter. It was most likely his outburst from his marking that had brought her. Draco noticed the clouded emerald eyes open wide in shock and look down at their position. It was a very interesting position, actually. Hands gripping each other in what could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was, harsh bite marks on both their necks, hair tousled and breathing hard. There was no way they would be able to escape this without some sort of implication. Unless...

Draco made a small motion, pressing his mouth to Potter\'s ear speaking almost silently. “Do you happen to have that little cloak of yours?” He very reluctantly relinquished his hold on the other boy, moving to disengage the hand that was clasping him in the same fashion.

Potter\'s eyes came up, regret evident in the way he too loosed his hold. “Of course, I had... other plans for it. How did you know about it?” He moved back to reach into his front pocket, the heat of his body leaving a cold space behind. Draco almost shuddered, wanting to draw that heat back. Now was not the time however.

“Everyone knows about your famous cloak, Potter. Now put it on you idiot. Filch will not be far behind, and we cannot be caught like this.” Draco was all business again, shoving his palm down hard on his erection, shutting his eyes tight before taking a deep breath and zipping himself up, noting that Potter did much the same thing, looking toward the window set high in the wall. There had been a small amount of light present when he had first barged in on him. Now there was nothing of the sort. Potter was out of his dorms far too late and would probably be given detention for it. But not if they did this right. Draco began smoothing his hair and taking care of his clothes. Now if bloody Potter would do as he was told and put the damn cloak on!

“What about you?” Potter had finally pulled out the cloth and swung it around his shoulders, keeping his head visible. He actually had the gall to think that Draco would get in trouble?

“I\'m a prefect you git, I\'m supposed to be out patrolling the halls.” Draco stilled his movements, giving Potter a meaningful glance. He was taking a chance here but he was willing to bet it would be worth it. “Potter, if you want to continue this,” he left the meaning open, taking a deep steadying breath, “you will follow me and be silent until I say it\'s safe. If not, leave when I do and walk in the opposite direction. We will not speak of this again, ever. Am I understood?”

Potter stood there silently for a moment, apparently considering his actions. Finally he nodded and disappeared. Draco stood there for a moment, looking at the spot where he knew Potter to be. Then he made a very loud business of flushing the toilet and throwing open the stall door, flouncing out just as the main door swung open, permitting entry to a scowling Filch. Draco plastered on his award winning sneer and brushed past the man to stand at the sink.

“Lovely night, this. Don\'t you agree, Squib?” Draco drawled, making a show out of splashing around under the water and casting a glance over his shoulder for effect.

Filch growled, clenching his fists and looking as if he would love to be choking the life out of the boy in front of him. Draco dried his hands on the towel and brushed past the old man without another word.