Taken by Surprise

Warnings: While there will be no actual non-con, some scenes may be considered dubious when regarding the consent of one partner to the ministrations of the other.

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Chapter 5


They stumbled into the corridor. It was not as crowed here, but just as semi-dark and hard to breathe. Harry was seized by sudden panic-like feeling that things were shaping horribly wrong. Scorpius had something on his mind. Harry was sure he would have Scorpius’s finger-shaped bruises in the morning where he touched him. And an unpleasant idea that Scorpius had been setting him drunk all along for whatever purpose crawled into Harry’s mind. As unlikely as that was. What would Scorpius want to do that for? What would he want from Harry? It was ludicrous. And yet – here they were – and Scorpius’s hands were still on Harry’s hips and he was still guiding him forward.

Harry decided to take things in his own hands then and stopped. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Scorpius and promptly found himself encircled by his arms. The advantage of Scorpius’s superior height was rather aggravating. Harry opened his mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing when they were suddenly shoved sideways and drunken giggles filled the corridor. A moment of confusion and distraction cost Harry dearly. He lost the hold on the situation completely when he hit the wall and his head started spinning again.

Years of Auror training, years of fighting and catching dark wizards didn’t prepare him for this and here he was – pressed against the wall – a hair’s breadth from being devoured – by the looks of it – by a man twenty years his younger. But Harry had no one to blame but himself: that what happened when he let his guard down, relaxed his defences, forgot his reflexes and followed his adventurous streak rather than voice of reason, that was keeping a suspiciously low profile so far. And, of course, there was that damnable curiosity that was pushing him forward into the untested waters of what if.

Scorpius looked as if he was deciding what to do with Harry now that he had him pressed against the wall. He just stared and it was the perfect opportunity to break free, a simple spell would do the trick and Harry wouldn’t have to worry about it getting out. But for all the movement that Harry was capable of at the moment he could have been hit by Petrificus Totalus. He didn’t know why Scorpius’s actions had such a numbing effect on him. Other than the fact that it wasn’t every day that Al’s friends tried to have their wicked way with him. It would put anyone out of balance.

With difficulty he unfroze his mouth.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

Scorpius regarded Harry with a curious expression on his face as if he found the question puzzling, before replying.

‘Taking advantage.’

He leaned closer and Harry could feel his breath on his face. He shook his head.

‘Why?’ he asked. His heart was trapped in his chest.

This time Scorpius looked him up and down before giving the answer, accompanying it with a smile that was not at all reassuring.

‘Because I want to and because it looks like you’re going to let me.’

‘I don’t think I will though.’ said Harry firmly, shaking his head again. He has been doing a lot of it today and it felt like things were getting banged quite a lot there.

‘No?’ asked Scorpius. One of his eyebrows rose in perfect imitation of his father’s.

‘I think you will, Harry. I think that you just don’t know it yet.’

‘I don’t think so, Scorpius. I think you should stand back. I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I don’t like it. What’s gotten into you? I have never seen you acting like that.’

Harry was beyond frustrated. Scorpius was staring at him again as if trying to hypnotise, not saying a word.

‘What?’ snapped Harry at last. His face and body were burning from all the scrutiny and he wondered if it was possible to burn out from within.

Scorpius’s dipped his head further still. He is going to kiss me, screamed Harry’s mind. Harry’s heart sped up but Harry was ready to repel his actions. He turned his head to the side. And Scorpius missed, but mainly because he was not going anywhere near his mouth just yet. As a matter of fact, Scorpius was going down and a moment later, Harry realised that he had misjudged his intentions completely. Not that it would ever cross his mind that Scorpius would actually spell his trousers open.

It should have been spellwork, because no one’s fingers could work this fast. And then all conscious thought left Harry’s mind and Harry’s hands gripped the uneven surface of the wall in panic and desperation, because Scorpius’s mouth was – Harry shut his eyes. He thought that he wasn’t ready to be kissed but this – he clenched his teeth tightly unless he screamed. Whether with pleasure or fury he couldn’t say. But nothing erased the fact that Scorpius was – Harry couldn’t think it. Speak it. Wrap his mind around it. Meanwhile, Scorpius had no trouble wrapping his tongue around it, working it – his – Harry gave an almighty shudder – cock into his mouth.

And he liked it. Of course, he liked it. Why wouldn’t he like it? Who wouldn’t like it? It’s not like Scorpius didn’t know what he was doing. Harry started writhing against the wall but Scorpius held him in place. He was much stronger than he looked, though Harry hardly ever sized him up in case he ever posed a potential threat. Wicked pace, plenty of skill, enthusiasm and a forceful touch sent Harry over the edge before he could fully come to terms with what was happening. He had no idea, he felt like he was outside his own body, but he was coming and shaking and screaming.

He didn’t open his eyes. He could not for shame he was feeling. How could he let it happen? Did he want it to happen? He was searching wildly for an excuse. It’s not like he couldn’t put a stop to it if he really wanted to. But he gave up control, gave in, surrendered. Was it the moment when he was falling apart? Why would Scorpius want to do something like that with him of all people? People. Harry’s blood ran cold. How many saw what happened? He should have put up some privacy spell instead of closing his eyes. What was he thinking? Was he even thinking?

He was sliding down the wall, but Scorpius caught him just in time. And then before Harry could react he was pushing his tongue inside Harry’s mouth; plunging it, filling it, furiously, ruthlessly. And Harry knew, knew, where it’d been and what it’d been doing and he was choking as he tasted himself, swallowing everything Scorpius fed him. But even Scorpius couldn’t go forever without air supply and when they finally broke apart Harry pushed him blindly away. He was sweating and burning and when he opened his eyes he couldn’t look at Scorpius. He started counting till ten to calm down; he was mentally taking back every good thing he ever thought about Scorpius. His hands were trembling pretty badly as he raked them through his hair. He was shaking pretty badly too.

‘What did you do that for?’ he asked when he could master speech. His voice came out in a horrible croak.

‘Couldn’t resist.’ replied Scorpius. He didn’t sound remorseful or even out of breath.

Harry glared at him.

‘I’m leaving.’ he said, pushing himself off the wall.

‘I’ll walk you.’ said Scorpius as if it was the way things worked.

‘No.’ said Harry venomously. ‘You stay where you are.’

He drew out his wand and pointed it at Scorpius’s chest. He didn’t care if anyone saw him right now. Not after what happened here. Not after he’d exposed more than enough of himself in front of strangers.

‘Harry – you’re shaking. You can’t Apparate like that. Let me – ’

‘I’ll walk.’ snapped Harry and turned on his heels, furious with himself.

I’ve let you more than enough, he thought savagely.

He was shaking with rage and shame and the fact that he’d just come down Scorpius Malfoy’s throat, pressed against a dingy wall in a muggle club. He put as much distance between himself and Scorpius as he could without actually running flat out from the club, but did break into a run once outside. It was not quite as nice as flying, but as the wind slapped his face and whipped through his hair he felt like nothing mattered and he could almost – almost – believe that nothing out of the ordinary happened. But for the fact that his lips felt scorched where Scorpius’s teeth bit viciously through and his mouth felt raw with assault and – in his mind’s eye – every spot that Scorpius had ever touched glowed with his markings.


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