Prank Wars

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, and I'm not making money off of this.

Warnings: Strong sexual content, language.

Draco got up and started to take his robes off, but Harry just laughed at him.

“What is the problem, Master?”

“That’s not going to get you any food. Hmmm,” Harry thought for a moment and then a small record player appeared on another one of the many bedside tables. Harry crawled across the bed and flipped it on. It was a slow and trancelike beat. “There you go. Now, strip.”

Harry situated the pillows to his liking and watched on as Draco found the rhythm of the music. He took his time undoing the buttons on his robes. He loosened the tie after he finished with the buttons, and let the robes fall off his shoulders, exposing the pale flesh on his collar bone and neck. He swayed to the beat for a few moments and eyed Harry seductively before dropping his robes to the floor. His bare chest and stomach were flawless. Perfectly tone from the years of Quidditch, and the milky complexion gave off a surreal glow.

Harry almost laughed when he saw the phrase marked on Draco’s chest. ‘I Am Harry Potter’s Bitch,’ he read in his mind. ‘Yes you are.’ Harry had to adjust himself. His erection was throbbing, and its current position only made it hurt worse.

Draco played with his Slytherin tie as he turned away from Harry, though he never broke eye contact. The blond bent his knees and went down into a crouched position, before popping his arse back up. He arched his back and slowly came up to stand again.

After that little move, Harry thought there was no way that he could take much more of this. He bit his lip as he watched Draco unfasten his belt, still moving back and forth in time with the beat. The belt came out slowly, and then the button and zipper of his slacks came undone. It was just too much for Harry.

“Fuck this,” he said as he moved from the bed and gripped hold of Draco’s tie. “You can eat later.”

The Gryffindor lead Draco back to the bed by the tie, and pulled him down. The two fought for dominance for only a moment, but it was clear Harry had won control. He ended up on top of Draco after they rolled around on the bed, and he forcefully kissed Draco. He tugged hard on the platinum locks, and when Draco gasped at the pain Harry snaked his tongue into his mouth. He quickly mapped out Draco’s mouth before breaking the kiss and groaning.

“These clothes have got to go,” he declared.

Draco helped him with his robes and slacks before Harry pulled Draco’s pants off. Draco tried to wrestle Harry for dominance again, thinking that maybe if he won then Harry would forget about wanting to wear his arse out, but that didn’t happen. He was only pinned down once more.

The raven-haired boy let out a primitive growl as he plundered Draco’s mouth, and gripped the bulge in the Slytherin’s boxers. Draco nearly squealed at this. He had never been so turned on in his life, but he was also very frightened of what was going to happen when Harry decided to take him.

Draco pulled away and tried to get a word in. “Master, I don’t…” but he was cut off by Harry shoving his tongue down his throat.

Harry was getting impatient. He tugged at Draco’s silk boxers so hard that they ripped off at the stitching. Draco yelped loudly. Harry just grinned at him and lowered himself between the blonde’s legs. He kissed and licked the top of Draco’s cock.

The Slytherin Prince was breathing very hard, and when Harry took him into his mouth, a moan escaped his lips. Harry bobbed his head up and down on Draco’s fleshy fun pole a few more times before turning his attention elsewhere. Draco groaned and pouted when Harry spit his erection out, but his pout left in a hurry when the raven-haired boy grinned at him with the most devious expression. Harry’s grin was almost unsettling.

Before Draco knew what was going on, Harry had him flipped onto his stomach and his arse was poking into the air. Draco didn’t like being in this position at all. But then, he felt Harry’s hot tongue plunge deep inside him. Draco nearly jumped away at this new intrusion, but Harry had him gripped firmly around the hips.

As Harry continued to lick the puckered hole, Draco began panting very heavily. Draco didn’t know whether to decide whether it felt good or not. It wasn’t bad, in fact it was very good, but it made the blond feel very dirty or unclean.

His breathing got even raspier as he began to moan each time Harry slipped his tongue inside. Draco was being pushed to a level of pleasure he had never been to before. Harry knew Draco would cum soon, so he stopped rimming him and slipped a finger inside Draco’s arse.

Draco winced at the sudden ache, but it wasn’t entirely painful. There was still the feeling of utter bliss there, only with some hurt mixed in. Draco looked back to see what Harry was doing, and when he did, he received his second finger.

This time, Draco did groan in pain. It burned and was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Harry didn’t seem to notice, though. He just continued to finger the Slytherin. Harry would scissor his fingers inside Draco. He found Draco’s prostate a massaged it soothingly. Draco bucked and shuttered at the new wave of pleasure that came over him.

A few minutes later, when Draco was finally getting used to the pain, Harry shoved in a third finger. This time Draco couldn’t handle it.

“Please… please, Master… Stop. I… I can’t. Please stop… Master,” Draco panted.

Harry looked around and pulled his fingers out quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Draco tried to slow his breathing before he answered. “I’m sorry, Master, but I’ve never done this before.”

“What are you talking about? What about all the rumors of you and half the guys at this school?” Harry asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“They are true. I meant to say I’ve never bottomed before,” Draco confessed.

“Oh, I see,” Harry paused for a moment, but Draco cut in.

“I’m your slave, and whatever you want me to do I will, but please, please be gentle.”

Harry shook his head and laid down. “Eat,” he told Draco.

“What? I thought that you…” but Harry butted in.

“Eat something. You are hungry.”

Draco didn’t say anything. He reached over to the stand with the food on it and took a strawberry. He nibbled at it just so that Harry saw he was eating, but he really didn’t want to anymore.

Harry sighed. “You aren’t ready for it. I know you asked me to be gentle, and I would be, but if you can’t take three fingers, there is no way in hell you can take my dick.”

“Master, I really don’t mind. If you want to fuck me then do it. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Draco said softly as he tossed the strawberry aside and crawled into Harry’s arms.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked skeptically.

Draco nodded, but Harry simply laughed. “Well, I’m really not in the mood anymore. Why don’t we just go to bed.”

Draco shrugged. “Whatever you say, Master,” he said with a grin.

“You know, that never gets old,” Harry said with a smile as the two curled up in the sheets.

The candles dimmed to a slight glow. Harry fell asleep in no time and Draco just stared at the slumbering Gryffindor. ‘Maybe this slave thing won’t be so bad after all,’ he thought. Soon Draco was also fast asleep. Little did he know how much Harry was beginning to affect him.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Didn’t really know what I wanted to do with this chapter. It was originally planned that they would get down, but I changed my mind last second and had to go back and rewrite most of it. I know you liked it, but you would have liked it more if I would have stuck with the first draft. But, it’s my fic, so I do it how I want. Hehehehe. Leave lots of nice reviews and I’ll be quick with the next chap.

Love ya’ all,
Morgane