It\'s Just Hormones... right?

Chapter Title: Chapter 6 - In The Dungeon
Word Count: 3757
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17 (Please observe age restrictions in your country)
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 ^_^
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Chapter 6 - In The Dungeon

Draco walked down the hall leading away from the bathroom with his head held high, cold mask in place, sneer curling his lip. He met no one on his trip, realizing just how late it probably was. He made his way down several flights of stairs, quickly moving along the corridors. If Potter was following him, he would most likely be running to keep up. But Draco could hear no movement other than his own.

He was a little nervous. He had given Potter the choice of course, leave or follow. Continue their tryst, or forget it. He kept his mask in place, fighting the urge to stop and look around for the other boy, wondering if he was following but knowing he wouldn\'t be able to see him. Draco found himself hoping that he was there. He continued his trek, ears straining for any sound other than his own. Finally he slowed to a stop at the corridor leading down to the Slytherin dungeon. He had to know.

He whispered almost silently, “Potter,” to the empty corridor. Almost instantly he felt a small touch against his hand, the brush of some invisible fabric against his skin that caused his heart to leap into his throat. He was there, waiting patiently for direction. Draco almost smiled at the thought. “Follow me and keep silent. You don\'t want to be discovered here.”

“I thought that was the plan,” came the soft reply. Draco thought he heard a bit of amusement in the voice.

Draco ignored the comment and moved swiftly to the stairs leading down, footsteps echoing off the walls. He still heard nothing from the other body he now knew was trailing after him. How was he so silent? Draco was thinking that maybe the cloak could muffle sound as well when he heard unseen feet stumbling over themselves and a grunt. Draco grinned, his mask falling slightly before he could replace it. “Watch yourself, Gryffindor. Your kind isn\'t welcome here.” Draco made his voice as icy as possible. He thought he heard a mumbled comment but chose to ignore it.

He moved along the corridor deep into the dungeon and along the hall that led to the Slytherin dorms. Pausing at the hidden portal he murmured the password, “Manacles,” and waited as it swung open to reveal the common room. Draco stepped inside, leaving the door open slightly longer than absolutely needed for one person to enter, feeling the brush of fabric as Potter hurried in behind him, then stepped back and allowed it to swing closed. He glanced around the room, noting a few scattered students still up and about. Most had already retired, getting ready for classes the next day. He groaned inwardly to see Pansy look up from her book and grin widely, standing up to flounce over toward him. Draco pointedly ignored her, brushing past with not even a glance. Moving with a purpose now he stalked up the stairs, ignoring greetings called out by several classmates. He did this often, so when they received no answer, they shrugged and went back to whatever meaningless tasks that had been occupying their time.

Draco ascended the stairs leading to the boy\'s dorm rooms, passing every landing till he arrived at the top. Above the doorway was an engraving reading “Head Boy”. A portrait of a very nasty looking Slytherin boy guarded the passage, and he nodded curtly to Draco as he muttered “Dominance”, swinging open to reveal the lavishly appointed room awarded to the Head Boy of the house. Draco once again held the painting open longer than needed before allowing it to swing shut on it own.

The moment the passage was secured, Draco felt a strong arm encircle his neck from behind, another at his waist, pulling him back against a firm, warm body. He had assumed Potter would take off the cloak once they were in private, but he could feel the fabric covering the arm around his neck, draping down his chest. He pulled at the fabric, ripping it from the form behind him to reveal the Quidditch bronzed skin holding him captive. He continued pulling at it even as the arm around his waist pulled him backwards, pressing his backside into a surprisingly still present erection. Maybe Potter got off on hiding? Or maybe he had just been unable to stem his excitement. Draco grinned inwardly, thinking of Potter watching him as they walked, licking his lips at the sight of his posterior swinging back and forth, wanting to touch but being unable. The thought stimulated him as he pulled the remainder of Potter\'s little cloak from his body, tossing it into a corner. He was rewarded with a very wet tongue making its way up his neck until two very moist lips whispered in his ear, “Nice place you got here.”

Draco snorted, amazed at the other boy\'s powers of deduction. “I pride myself on having the best of everything. You should know that, Potter. That includes,” he quickly turned in Potter\'s grasp, pressing his erection against the now visible green-eyed boy, “my sexual conquests.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Potter\'s chest. “Does that make me your conquest?”

Draco felt a rush to his groin at this, and had to steady his voice before answering. “You, Potter, are nothing more than my hormones raging out of control. I have a need to conquer you, to take your body and make it mine. No matter how much I despise you, how easily I could kill you as soon as look at you, my body tells me that this is how to go about your ultimate downfall. So yes, I suppose you are my conquest. I will have you, and you have no say in the matter.” His eyes held a challenge, daring Potter to deny his statement.

True to form, Potter\'s eyes became hard, accepting the challenge silently before roughly shoving Draco away from him to reach into his back pocket. Draco already had his wand out and at the ready. He didn\'t want to bind Potter, but he would if he had to. He much preferred the idea of the struggle for dominance to come. Much to his surprise, Potter pointed his wand at the doorway, never once breaking eyes contact with Draco and muttered the silencing spell. Smart boy, thought Draco. It simply wouldn\'t do to have the entire house hearing what was about to happen in his room.

Apparently Potter was anticipating the struggle as well because he tossed his wand into the corner along with his cloak and made short work of pulling his shirt over his head. Damn, Draco thought. He had planned to use the shirt in his favor, perhaps wrapping Potter\'s arms up in it. He tossed his wand onto his night stand and began working at the buttons on his long black shirt, but for some reason his fingers wouldn\'t function properly. The sight of a very bare-chested Harry Potter now advancing on him, body toned and perfectly tanned from hours on the Quidditch pitch, left his mouth dry and his fingers trembling. Draco had never been one to openly admire another boy\'s body. He appreciated beautiful things of course, and he had no problem admitting that many men had a beautiful quality. Then again, he had never had a body possessing that particular quality walking toward him with the intent of shagging his socks off.

Draco almost backed away from the feral look that entered the stormy green ocean of those eyes. Potter was upon him before he had time to think, hands at the neck of the expensive silk shirt, ripping down and scattering the buttons across the floor. Draco hardly had time to be upset when the dark boy leaned in, taking a deep breath of the skin beneath him and extended his tongue, licking a long, wet trail from chest to ear, leaving Draco agape and breathless. The hands on his now ruined lapel moved beneath the fabric, roughly moving across the skin to his back, pulling him against the hard body before him. Potter\'s lips immediately began sucking at the skin where he had originally bitten, pulling the blood to the surface, no doubt leaving a mark. The hands at his back moved, one down to press under the fabric of his slacks and grip the mound of flesh beneath, the other to move up and forward, shoving the shirt off of one shoulder.

Draco made to remove the shirt completely but stilled when Potter whispered, “No, leave it. I like it that way.”

Draco grinned slightly, knowing the dark material made an excellent contrast against his pale skin; he had bought it with that thought in mind. Little did he know who it was that would be admiring it.

He moved his hands from his shirt to the back of Potter\'s head, gripping the back of his neck, directing the path his mouth should take upwards to finally meet his own lips. Before their lips met, Potter stopped short, teasing the skin around Draco\'s mouth with his tongue. Draco tried turning into the kiss but bloody Potter held his face in the vise of fingers.

“Say it,” Potter rasped against his flesh, moving his hips into Draco\'s to punctuate his meaning. He wanted him to ask, beg, for the kiss he was craving. Already the battle of wills was beginning.

Draco growled, shoving Potter off him and turning to thrust him against the wall, quickly getting him in the same position he had been in the first time they had discovered this insane attraction. He pressed his fingers into Potter\'s shoulder, biting at the flesh, making sure he would cause bruises. A sharp hiss escaped the plump lips of his rival. Draco fit a leg between Potters, pressing them apart and wedging his thigh against his groin. This time a soft moan pushed past the lips as he made contact with hardened flesh. Draco moved in to capture those lips but forgot to maneuver a hand up to hold the face still. Potter moved his head before Draco could press their lips together. A small laugh sounded and Draco snarled, forcing Potter\'s face forward with steel fingers. Draco smiled cruelly as he extracted a wince from the hateful boy. “I told you I would have you, and you have no say in the matter.”

Draco descended, determined to claim those lips as his own. Just before he reached his destination, Potter\'s mouth turned up in a slight smirk and he whispered, “Kiss me.”

The words didn\'t register until Draco had already pressed his mouth against Potter\'s. By that time it was too late to move back. He growled. Potter had told him to kiss him, rather than being forced into it as Draco had intended. However, when the feeling of that mouth was against his, the tongue already seeking entrance between his lips, he was lost in sensation. Damn Potter. He had won this small battle, but that would be the last.

Draco sucked at Potter\'s tongue, drawing it into his mouth, swirling his own tongue around while holding the dark head in place with a fist in the brunette hair. He took his time plundering the hot, wet cavern, reveling in the small sounds of pleasure issuing from deep in his rival\'s throat. Draco spent a few more minutes doing this then jerked his hand holding the fistful of hair backwards, taking Potter\'s head with it so he could have better access to the slim neck. He heard a grunt but spent no time reveling in it, instead beginning to suck at the skin there, taking as much into his mouth as possible, tasting the blood coming to the surface. He was beginning to feel the same craving that had been mimicked in his captive not half an hour earlier. He needed to taste this flesh, all of it, as much as possible before he gave into his own passion and took complete possession of the boy.

Draco moved his face down the musky skin, taking in the woody scent through his tongue. The small brown nipples were already hard when he moved to suck at them. He actually was able to enjoy the moans and gasps extracted under his attention, unlike Potter. Draco found himself wondering if he would have sounded like that had he not been silenced. He was glad Potter hadn\'t heard him in that state. He took his time lapping at the nubs, teasing them with his teeth into rock hard peaks, almost stunned by the fact that he was causing those sounds. His hand moved down to undo Potter\'s pants, not wasting any time exposing that hard cock to the air. He moved his mouth down, ready to do to Potter what had been done to him.

Draco was suddenly dragged up by the armpits and practically flung away. He stumbled, looking up at Potter, who had managed yet again to disarm him. He stood up straight, grinning as he saw Potter pushing his pants down off his hips, baring his body to Draco\'s critical eye. Potter\'s cock was standing proudly in front of him as he undressed. Soon the raven-haired boy was completely naked, almost glowing in the candlelight provided by his room. The shadows dipped and swelled, falling perfectly over the beautiful body. But Draco didn\'t get a chance to make a proper analysis as the object of his inspection strode determinedly toward him. Once again he was being stalked by Harry Potter. It was kind of thrilling when he thought about it. Not that he was, of course

Draco stood tall, expecting an assault from the front, but wasn\'t prepared when Harry dropped down and swept his legs out from under him. He toppled backward, flailing until he hit his own bed, not realizing he had been so close to it. He fell back into the mattress with a small oomph. He didn\'t have time to recover before Potter was on top of him, pulling at his pants, maneuvering them down his hips along with the green silk boxers underneath. Before long he too was all but naked, not counting the shirt half hanging from his shoulders, lying sprawled on his bed with a very obviously aroused boy on top of him.

“You wanna suck me,” Potter growled at him, “you\'re gonna have to work for it.” Potter pinned Draco\'s hands to the mattress above him and came down hard on him, forcing his lips apart in a sweetly bruising kiss. Draco bucked and writhed, trying to get free of the iron grasp but only succeeded in crashing his erection into Potter\'s, drawing deep moans from both boys. Draco decided he kind of liked this position for now, choosing, instead of trying to escape, to thrust closer to the larger boy.

Lips and hips clashed together to grind, twist, suck and thrust with each other. For several minutes both boys were lost in sensation, content for the time to writhe together naked on the bed, occasionally rolling the other over for the dominant position on top, legs intertwined, moans mingling together until neither could tell who they belonged to. Eventually their thrusting became more frantic, harder and less coordinated. Draco had finally reached the point where he knew that if he didn\'t do something, he would be completely lost. A few more seconds like this would be his undoing.

Draco moved to grab Potter\'s hands and twisted them across his chest in an X shape. Maneuvering his body around, he reluctantly lost body contact for a moment before twisting his head to rest in Potter\'s lap. The taller boy tried to sit up, but Draco forced a knee to his chest, almost straddling it to keep him down. In fact...

Draco grinned holding Potter\'s wrists in his hands he sat up, actually deciding that if he were sitting on the other boy it would be easier to accomplish what he wanted. Keeping him pinned, Draco swung a leg over the tanned chest, no doubt exposing a very interesting sight to Potter in his open rear, and sat on his wrists, keeping them pinned with his knees. He sat up slightly and looked over his shoulder at a very pissed looking Potter. He could move his legs, of course, not that it did him any good. His hands were still crossed across his chest making nearly impossible for his to get any leverage to push up. His hands were actually flat against Draco\'s thighs, being pressed against his own ribcage.

After squirming around a little, Potter finally looked up with a small smile. “Looks like you got me. But now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?”

Draco laughed evilly, a cruel smile lighting up his face as he said, “What don\'t I plan on doing is more like it.” He faced forward again, looking down at his prize. He would taste Harry Potter\'s cock with or without his permission. Bending down he savored the moment, raising his ass a little in the air and wiggling it in Potter\'s face. He leaned his face closer, making sure his legs kept their grip on Potter\'s hands, and finally took one, long swipe with his tongue across the tip of the jumping erection.

“Ahh fuck!” Potter\'s yells and squirming were ignored as Draco got his first taste of the sticky liquid covering the head of his dick. He clamped his thighs tightly to ensure no escape and lowered his mouth to take the entire tip into his mouth. The flesh was hot and smelled very much of Harry, his distinct, unique smell. Draco was beginning to enjoy this scent, and he inhaled deeply through his nose as he plunged lower onto the hot, stretched skin.

“Shit, sh...mmph gods yess... let me up! Get... uhnh... fuck...” The groans behind him increased in volume, becoming less coherent and more just wordless sounds. Draco grinned around his work, knowing exactly how the other boy felt, having just recently experienced the bliss of Potter\'s mouth on his own straining cock. Draco lost himself in the pleasure of domination, dipping his head down further, trying to take the entire shaft into his mouth. His gag reflex was a bit more prominent however, and every time the tip hit the back of his throat, he choked, having to back off. He finally settled for swirling his tongue around the skin, licking the skin and suckling the sides till Potter was writhing, his legs bent at the knees and spread wide to allow for better access.

Draco was getting a bit too into his slow torture of this large, hard bit of flesh. He was determined to get the whole thing in as Potter had. There was no way he would allow a Gryffindor to best him at anything. He realized his first mistake too late when he shifted his weight to get a better angle. His ass ended up a little too far in the air, and even in his almost incoherent state, Potter realized his opportunity and wrenched his hands out from under Draco. The pale boy was almost unseated from his position of power and tried to make up for it by clamping his thighs around Potter\'s head. That was his second mistake. He had unintentionally shoved his cock directly into a waiting pair of lips. Potter threw his arms around Draco\'s waist and dragged him to the side, burying his face in the soft, blond pubic hair and swallowing the swollen skin in one move. Before Draco was even able to practically scream from the sudden intense pleasure, Potter had shifted them both to their sides, legs thrown over each others heads, and was sucking him with the same fervor Draco had been overpowering the other boy with.

Even as Draco moaned his muffled ecstasy around the erection in his mouth and bucked his own hips against Potter\'s face, he was trying to stay in control. Unfortunately his mind began to ponder their current position. The idea of exactly what was occurring sent a violent jolt through his body, and he almost lost control right there. They were actually sucking each other, a completely new kind of battle taking place. He tightened his grip on Potter\'s ass, spreading the fleshy mounds apart, needing to grip something to keep him from falling over the edge. His finger came in contact with the small, puckered hole of Potter\'s anus. He could feel the body next to his tense, but it didn\'t pull away. Draco had a very evil idea. He reached his hand around to grasp the cock in his mouth, stretching one finger up to insert in his mouth. He pumped at the flesh and covered his finger in saliva, never breaking the rhythm he had set. Potter seemed to realize what he had planned because his movements became more frantic, trying to distract Draco with pleasure. Draco did in fact have to pause, loosing a loud moan as his dick was swallowed completely to the hilt. Gods... Potter had a wicked mouth.

When Potter came up from air, Draco was finally able to regain a moderate amount of composure and slipped his slick finger back to the opening in Potter\'s arse. He wasted no time plunging the moist digit past the tight ring of muscles, impaling it to his last knuckle. Potter\'s body arched back with a tight yell, pressing his hips backwards against Draco\'s hand. His mouth lost its suction as he writhed with the dual pleasure of mouth and finger, both now pumping together. Draco bent his finger slightly, looking for the small bundle of nerves he knew was there. Self exploration had led to this little discovery. Finding the spongy spot that was Potter\'s prostate, Draco pressed against it relentlessly, sucking harder at the skin in his mouth, setting a sweet rhythm which soon had Potter bucking hard against him in both directions. The larger boy kept a tight grip on Draco\'s hips, trying to draw the erection back into his mouth but only succeeded in small licks between moans. The small twinges weren\'t enough for Draco, and he shoved his hips forward, dragging Potter\'s head forward with his foot to impale himself into the wet cavern. The whimpers and moans issuing from that mouth were an additional stimulant, and Draco lost himself, sinking into a pool of pleasure.