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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,955
Reviews:
94
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Opening Skirmish
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Night: who knows what drives our fetishes? I wouldn't have figured Draco to be a pro wrestling fan, either, but this IS a challenge fic, so I kinda had to tweak his character a little......
Gummi: Thrnbrooke asked me why Harry cheated on Draco, and I gave a generic response, but I'm changing my mind. Harry cheated........for whatever reason you want him to. I've been doing this for so long, I forgot one of the cardinal rules of good fiction that I learned when I was a kid--sometimes, it lets the reader make up his own mind.
Thrnbrooke & Chrissy: I'm not saying a word about who's going to win or lose........read on!!!!!
“Since we don’t have a referee,” Draco said as they began to circle each other, “we’re going to have to do without pinfalls. The only thing that’ll count will be a submission—ONE submission.”
“Fine by me. We should have done this back at school. What’s wrong?” Harry asked, as Draco suddenly stopped.
“Glasses, Harry,” Draco warned. “I don’t want you complaining to me that I broke them.”
Harry removed his glasses, leaving them on the ring apron. “You’re too kind,” he said sarcastically.
“You won’t be saying that after I’ve made you cry like a little girl.”
“Like hell!”
The two men came together in a furious slap of flesh on flesh. Harry struck first, wrapping his arms around Draco’s head and pulling him down into a headlock, then took him over and down to the mat.
Draco, however, countered immediately. As soon as his back hit the mat, the blonde twisted his body and caught Harry’s head between his muscular legs. Abandoning the headlock, Harry’s arms flew up to try to pry Draco’s legs off of him, even as Draco brought him face down onto the mat.
Harry squirmed and fought. Draco was laughing and saying something, but Harry couldn’t hear him through the headscissors. A moment later, however, the gist of Draco’s commentary became clear as he added an armbar to the headscissors. Pain shot up Harry’s arm as Draco bent it back against the elbow.
The pressure on his head eased somewhat. Draco yelled, “You give?”
“Are you kidding???” Harry snapped.
“Your funeral, Scarface!” Draco shot back. Harry tried to fight to his knees, but Draco was ready—he released the armbar, pivoted his hips, and Harry felt himself tumbling forward to land flat on his back, still trapped in the headscissors! And Draco had redoubled the pressure—Harry’s head felt like it was about to explode!
And then, just like that, the pressure was gone. Harry scrambled to his feet—only to walk right into Draco’s airborne charge. Harry hit the mat like a poleaxed cow, but before he could regain his senses, Draco was there, dropping a savage elbow into his chest!
Draco had a handful of his hair and was forcing him to his feet. Harry was thrown into the ropes…………
I'm a bastid, ain't I? ;-)
Night: who knows what drives our fetishes? I wouldn't have figured Draco to be a pro wrestling fan, either, but this IS a challenge fic, so I kinda had to tweak his character a little......
Gummi: Thrnbrooke asked me why Harry cheated on Draco, and I gave a generic response, but I'm changing my mind. Harry cheated........for whatever reason you want him to. I've been doing this for so long, I forgot one of the cardinal rules of good fiction that I learned when I was a kid--sometimes, it lets the reader make up his own mind.
Thrnbrooke & Chrissy: I'm not saying a word about who's going to win or lose........read on!!!!!
“Since we don’t have a referee,” Draco said as they began to circle each other, “we’re going to have to do without pinfalls. The only thing that’ll count will be a submission—ONE submission.”
“Fine by me. We should have done this back at school. What’s wrong?” Harry asked, as Draco suddenly stopped.
“Glasses, Harry,” Draco warned. “I don’t want you complaining to me that I broke them.”
Harry removed his glasses, leaving them on the ring apron. “You’re too kind,” he said sarcastically.
“You won’t be saying that after I’ve made you cry like a little girl.”
“Like hell!”
The two men came together in a furious slap of flesh on flesh. Harry struck first, wrapping his arms around Draco’s head and pulling him down into a headlock, then took him over and down to the mat.
Draco, however, countered immediately. As soon as his back hit the mat, the blonde twisted his body and caught Harry’s head between his muscular legs. Abandoning the headlock, Harry’s arms flew up to try to pry Draco’s legs off of him, even as Draco brought him face down onto the mat.
Harry squirmed and fought. Draco was laughing and saying something, but Harry couldn’t hear him through the headscissors. A moment later, however, the gist of Draco’s commentary became clear as he added an armbar to the headscissors. Pain shot up Harry’s arm as Draco bent it back against the elbow.
The pressure on his head eased somewhat. Draco yelled, “You give?”
“Are you kidding???” Harry snapped.
“Your funeral, Scarface!” Draco shot back. Harry tried to fight to his knees, but Draco was ready—he released the armbar, pivoted his hips, and Harry felt himself tumbling forward to land flat on his back, still trapped in the headscissors! And Draco had redoubled the pressure—Harry’s head felt like it was about to explode!
And then, just like that, the pressure was gone. Harry scrambled to his feet—only to walk right into Draco’s airborne charge. Harry hit the mat like a poleaxed cow, but before he could regain his senses, Draco was there, dropping a savage elbow into his chest!
Draco had a handful of his hair and was forcing him to his feet. Harry was thrown into the ropes…………
I'm a bastid, ain't I? ;-)