It\'s Just Hormones... right?

Harry had never been as on fire with passion before in his life. This pleasure was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced, and it kept building inside, threatening to overwhelm him completely. Already his body swam in that sweet place right before climax, but one like he had never known before. Any time he had pleasured himself he had to concentrate on the motion of his hand and not falling over. As it was, if he had been standing, he would have collapsed long ago. His leg was shaking uncontrollably; the only thing keeping it somewhat steady was having it propped against the bleach-blond head between his legs. Harry had his mouth full of Malfoy\'s cock, his ass full of his finger... wait, fingers now, his own cock enclosed in sweet heat. Malfoy was sucking as if he would extract his very soul from that small, swollen slit.

Harry knew he wouldn\'t be able to hold himself much longer. He was close to a climax that he knew would break him into a thousand pieces. Already he was lightheaded and couldn\'t think straight. But he knew, in some corner of his mind, that he was losing the battle. There was a battle, against Malfoy, something he had to win no matter what. He just couldn\'t grasp what it was. Why was he fighting? Why couldn\'t he just give up and allow himself to grasp this sensation that was just out of his reach? But no, he had to win. He had to...

Harry pulled at his control, knowing that if he came, he would lose. He couldn\'t allow that. He would force Malfoy to climax first in any way possible. And he knew how to do it.

With an anguished cry, he pulled away, pushing at Malfoy\'s hips and shoving his knees between their bodies to disengage the heavenly mouth. The fingers were pulled roughly from his anus, causing a harsh twinge of pain and Harry winced from it. Malfoy gave a shout, diving for his cock again, almost panicked from the loss. Harry shoved him backward, and twisted to grip his shoulders, falling back on the bed and taking the smaller boy with him. He maneuvered Malfoy on top of him and between his legs, spreading his own and bending them at the knees exposing the loosed hole between them. He gasped when their erections brushed together and resisted bucking against that shocking pleasure. He had a mission, and he needed to accomplish it before he lost his grasp on the situation and any hope of winning this battle.

He looked up at Malfoy, swimming green oceans meeting cloudy grey skies, and issued his plea.

“Fuck me,” he managed to gasp. “Now!”

Harry watched the realization dawn in his rival\'s eyes, and small smile crept its way to his lips. He thought he had won. By allowing himself to be fucked, Malfoy assumed he would be the dominant one. On top, in charge, taking this body below him. And that was mostly true. But Harry knew it would hurt. The actual penetration would be quite painful, nothing like a finger or two. But that pain would help him to focus, allow him the few moments of clear thought to bring his aching arousal under control. For Malfoy however, it would be nothing but pleasure, perhaps enough to push him over the edge. At least, he hoped it would work like that.

Malfoy never lost his smile. He sat back on his heels, gloating over this moment of supposed victory. He took in the body beneath him, quivering and sweaty, licking his rosy, pink lips, swollen and stretched from being around his cock. He was looking him over as he would a painting, or a sculpture, taking in every detail, memorizing it for later reference. Harry blushed a bit under the scrutiny, knowing that he probably wasn\'t bad looking, but not used to this critical eye. He growled and squirmed, wishing Malfoy would get on with it, not enjoying the submissive position he was in.

Malfoy chuckled above him, reaching down to take his cock that soft, slender hand and began stroking slowly, earning an ill-concealed moan. Oh Merlin, he was going to take his time. “Damn it, Malfoy, you little Slytherin SLUT!” Harry couldn\'t stop his body from writhing under the attention.

“Looks to me like you\'re the little slut, Potter, begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want? You want my fat cock in your ass, little whore?” Malfoy was sneering now, his traditional mask in place. Oh, how Harry wanted to wipe that smug look from his face. But he could do nothing but lie there, looking like the whore Malfoy wanted him to be.

After a few minutes of gloating, Malfoy had apparently had enough and removed his hand, leaving stars swimming in Harry\'s vision as he rummaged around in a drawer to the right. Harry looked over to see him pull a small bottle of hand lotion from the desk. Leave it to that poof to have lotion at the ready, was Harry\'s unkind thought. Of course, he kind of appreciated it. Malfoy could have tried to push it in dry, and that would have been most unpleasing. He squeezed his eyes tight, dreading, and at the same time anticipating, the moment when he would feel that hard flesh enter his body. He could hear Malfoy slicking himself, then felt that pressure of two fingers pushing into his hole again. Too quickly they departed and Harry could feel Malfoy looming over him.

“Have you ever been penetrated before, Potter?” Malfoy whispered menacingly, moving the tip of his dick to rub against the puckered hole.

“That\'s not your concern, Malfoy,” Harry ground out, clenching his fists at his sides. It was actually something he hadn\'t thought about before this point. He was about to allow Draco Malfoy to take his virginity? Not that he guessed it really mattered. It wasn\'t the same as it was with girl\'s right? He almost panicked for a second but quickly took his emotions under rein. This was nothing more than a power struggle, and he was determined to win, no matter the personal cost.

“Just so you know, this is my first time as well. You should feel honored.”

Harry was shocked. Malfoy was a virgin? With all those moves he had been pulling on him? Above him, Malfoy lost his smile. His face was set with a determination that Harry had never seen before. The storm clouded eyes were suddenly focused, ready to do battle one last time. He leaned in, nudging the hole with his slick erection, pressing his mouth to Harry\'s ear. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.” He pressed closer, his dick trying to strain past the tight ring of muscles. Harry almost lost it right then, the idea Malfoy was going to fuck him sending his body into a fit.

He took a slow steadying breath, pressing his own lips to the shell of Malfoy\'s ear, whispering through clenched teeth, “Fuck me, Malfoy. Fuck me now.”

A low groan at his ear was his only warning. The entry was sudden and quick, Malfoy sheathing himself almost halfway in one stroke. Harry screamed from the sudden pain, not expecting it to be so intense. His back arched up off the bed, fingers digging into the sheets. Tears formed in his eyes and streamed down the sides of his face. A wet tongue trailed up his cheek, licking the moisture from his skin. A soothing voice whispered in his ear, but he heard nothing but his own cries. What had he gotten himself into? He wanted focus, well, here it was. He could focus on nothing but the pain, his own arousal almost forgotten. Malfoy was still for a moment and the pain gradually faded, but he knew it wasn\'t over. He gasped as Malfoy pulled out slowly and thrust in once more, the pain not so great this time, but still present. And again, this time more of a twinge and a mild discomfort. He was lost as to how many times this occurred before the pain was gone completely, leaving him with the simple feeling of being filled completely. It wasn\'t quite so bad when Malfoy finally pulled out all the way and plunged back in, sinking himself to the hilt.

Malfoy\'s voice brought him back to reality. He hadn\'t realized during the pain that the blond had been grunting in absolute pleasure. He was whispering something that Harry just now was able to make out. A jolt shot through his body when he heard, “Gods, Potter... fuck, you\'re so tight... ahh shit, so fucking tight.” The words were being ground out between clenched teeth right in his ear. Malfoy wasn\'t moving any more, perhaps trying to help Harry get used to his length, or perhaps trying to get a rein on his passion. He was breathing hard and it seemed he was trying to calm himself down a bit. Harry realized that Malfoy was probably right on the edge of climax, but he couldn\'t for the life of him force the point. He still needed time to recover from his pain, just a little more time.

Malfoy began to move just a tiny bit, just enough to lean up so they could look at each other. The pale face was sweaty, his lips bloody from having bitten it, his eyes... oh gods, his eyes were so incredibly gorgeous. The look there was completely feral, a raging hurricane at sea, as if the smallest thing would snap him completely. But he was holding back, giving Harry the extra few moments that he needed.

“I hurt you,” came the small voice, forced out between tight lips.

“Yeah, you did,” Harry replied, feigning nonchalance, “but I\'m okay now.”

Malfoy nodded, then moved slightly, withdrawing himself a small bit, watching Harry\'s face as he did as if testing his words. The movement was actually nice, his skin being pulled just enough to cause a friction that was close to pleasurable. Then Malfoy thrust back in and suddenly Harry was on fire. The bundle of nerves that was his prostate had become the center of his attention, and it was just pounded into most wickedly. He almost sat up, eyes coming wide, mouth opened in surprise more than pleasure.

Malfoy stopped again with a groan, watching Harry\'s face. “I hurt you again.” It was more of a statement than a question. He shook his head before Harry could respond to the extreme negative, gritting his teeth saying, “I didn\'t want this. You were supposed to like it. You were supposed to scream from pleasure, not pain. Fuck!” He moved back as if to pull out completely, squeezing his eyes to combat the feeling of his cock being squeezed tight. Harry grabbed his hips and pulled him back harshly, impaling him yet again to the hilt, and this time both boys cried out, pleasure burning their young bodies like fire.

Harry gasped, managing to say, “If you keep doing that, you may get your wish.”

“Shit, Potter,” came the strangled reply before Malfoy pulled out halfway and thrust in again. “Say it,” he pulled back and thrust, “Say it, Potter,” pulled back, “Say it!” and thrust.

Harry, his mind numb from pleasure shouted, “Fuck me, Malfoy!” This time there was no pause as Malfoy pulled out and plunged in again, and again. Both boys were now grunting and moaning with every thrust, pushing each other further into madness with their almost hoarse cries. Harry was still practically yanking on Malfoy\'s hips to urge him faster. Malfoy\'s hands were on Harry\'s shoulders, using them as leverage to shove himself as deeply as he could. It didn\'t take long for them to find a pace that suited them, thrusting and bucking into each other, fingers biting into flesh, breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

This was too much, too much, how had he lost control so quickly? Harry was slowly losing his mind, and he didn\'t care. As long as this pleasure continued, all was right in the world. The pace they had set became more frenzied, skin now slapping together making a delightful crack, crack. Malfoy at some point had wrapped his hand around Harry\'s leaking cock and was now pumping it along with the thrusts, causing Harry to almost jump out of his own skin. The tingles of climax were beginning to over take him, and he knew somewhere in the back of his befuddled brain that this would be his defining moment. Would he be taken like this? Or would he do the taking? Harry looked up, opening his clouded eyes to see that Malfoy was close, so very close. If he didn\'t do it now, it would be too late.

Harry reached deep down inside himself, finding one last bit of strength and drew on it. With a ragged cry he thrust himself up, using one leg to flip them both over. He had caught Malfoy completely off-guard and was able to roll him onto his back before he could protest. Harry straddled those slim, bruised hips and wasted no time in sinking himself down onto the slick pole, using every bit of willpower to not lose it right then and there. He rocked his hips back and forth, setting his own rhythm quickly before Malfoy was able to think. The now liquid mercury eyes rolled back, a deep gasp echoing in the room. Yes, this was perfect. This was exactly how it should be.

Harry picked up right where they left off, this new position ten times more intense. Malfoy\'s protruding erection was rubbing him in all the right places. He looked down at the body beneath him now and watched it happen. He saw the moment Malfoy lost control. His eyes grew wide as saucers and his hands gripped Harry\'s hips, digging his fingernails into the skin, breaking the first layer and surely drawing blood. Harry had never heard a sweeter sound than when he heard Malfoy shouting, “Oh gods, gods Potter, fuck!” At this Harry couldn\'t hold on any longer. He slammed himself down, grasping his own cock and pumping it as he rocked with no rhythm whatsoever. All he wanted now was to feel what he knew would be soon crashing over him. It was enough to know that Malfoy had lost himself, and Harry was soon completely gone as well. Nothing mattered any longer, just this, just the sensation, the pleasure. Just this.

When Malfoy dug his nails into Harry\'s fleshy arse, the pain wrenched Harry\'s last bit of consciousness from him and the climax was upon him. Malfoy\'s spine bowed at an impossible angle, his head falling back as he cried his orgasm with abandon. The sensations that wracked Harry\'s body were overwhelming, and he was unable to contain himself at Malfoy\'s unabashed shout. Harry tipped over the edge and his own orgasm was screamed out loud. A thick, white stream shot out of Harry\'s swollen slit with such force that it sprayed Malfoy\'s chest, painting it with warm stripes. He felt Malfoy spurting into him as well, filling him so full with his seed it seeped out of him to coat the lap he was sitting on. With a final groan, they collapsed together, muscles shaking, strength completely depleted.

They lay together in a sweaty, breathless tangle of limbs for several minutes, unaware as yet of their position almost nestled together on Malfoy\'s large bed. They seemed content to just stay in place, Harry still straddling slender hips, softening flesh still inside him.

Eventually, Harry whispered, \"Gods.\"

Draco managed, “You said it.”

Harry, slowly coming to his senses, realized they had orgasmed almost simultaneously. They didn\'t have a winner to their little competition. He pushed himself up, having fallen heavily onto Malfoy\'s chest smearing his sperm into both their stomachs. Draco grimaced at the sticky mess, sitting up a bit before groaning and falling back onto the bed.

“Fuck, Potter,” Malfoy exclaimed, stretching a hand toward his dresser, not able to reach it and flopping his hand down, giving up for the moment.

“You seem to be saying that a lot as of late,” Harry grinned a bit, following Malfoy\'s motions and leaned over, opening the top drawer and finding a fine white cotton cloth, embroidered with DM in green silk. Malfoy certainly was prepared. Harry carefully disengaged himself from Malfoy, falling over onto his back, wiping the mess from his chest before handing the towel to its owner. The blond wiped himself down and tossed the soiled fabric over Harry to the floor. They had both either forgotten their wands or were simply too drained at the moment to attempt any sort of magic.

Harry lay there, next to his rival, his enemy, the person he had always hated above all others, completely sated and unable, or unwilling, to move. His leg was somewhat thrown over Malfoy\'s thigh, while the hand that had thrown the cloth fell casually across Harry\'s waist. They lay there in silence for several moments, enjoying the aftermath of this unholy union. Eventually, Malfoy ruined the moment, as usual.

“What the hell happened, Potter? How did this travesty occur?” Malfoy was staring at the ceiling.

Harry grinned, the same thought running in his head. This was the last thing he would have ever thought would happen. And yet here they were.

“We\'re teenagers, we\'re boys, we\'re horny. That\'s all.” Harry was become rather drowsy lying in the soft bed. He knew he wouldn\'t be welcome to spend the night and had no intention of staying.

Malfoy snorted. “Yes, I suppose that was all. So we are officially calling this a hormonal tryst and nothing more, correct?”

“It was just another fight as far as I\'m concerned. A brilliant one, granted, but nothing more.” Harry yawned widely, the post-soul-shattering-orgasm bliss seeping into his bones.

Malfoy rolled onto his side, facing Harry with an intent stare. “Potter, this is serious. We just fucked, for Merlin\'s sake. Something must be done.”

Harry glanced over at the naked blond next to him, taking a moment to appreciate the soft lines of his body. He had just been fucked by that, and he was a little giddy from the idea of who exactly it was.

“What do you want me to do, Malfoy? Confess my undying love?” At the raised eyebrows and beginnings of a sneer, Harry continued. “This changes nothing. It was just a fight, a struggle for power that has left us both completely wasted.”

Malfoy nodded, laying back into the bed, absorbing this idea. “You realize I could have the entire Slytherin house up here with a word.”

“I know.” Harry didn\'t move, his eyes beginning to droop.

“You would have no way of escaping.”

“I know.”

Malfoy sat up again, obviously agitated at Harry\'s nonchalance. “And you don\'t care?”

“Of course I do,” Harry replied, opening one eye to glare at Malfoy. “But considering this was a fight, we don\'t have a definite victor. And if you call down your cronies on me, there is a good chance we never will.”

Malfoy sputtered at this. Just as Harry had thought; by taking him, Malfoy had thought himself the dominant one. Harry gave him a moment to think the events through. When Malfoy reached the conclusion Harry himself already had, he winked and sat up, turning his back purposefully to his nemesis. He heard him flop back on the bed with a, “Bloody hell...” Harry grinned and stood, knowing that if he continued to rest there that he would fall asleep.

Harry stood up, wincing slightly at the soreness in his bum. He picked up the discarded towel and did his best to clean up a bit more before reaching for his boxers and pants. Straightening, he looked at Malfoy, lying on the bed, head propped up on his hand, watching Harry with the look of a hungry animal.

“Enjoying the view?” Harry almost laughed.

“Somewhat. At least the marks.” Malfoy gestured to the nail marks on Harry\'s hips and the bite mark on his neck.

“Yes, well, you didn\'t come out if it completely unscathed.” Harry grinned at the bruises forming around the same areas. “And if I have my way,” he continued, pulling on his pants and walking over to grab his tee from the corner, “you\'ll have a lot more marks next go-round.”

“So you already have plans for a sequel, do you?” Malfoy sounded amused.

“Mmhmm, and next time,” Harry pulled his shirt over his head and turned, wiggling his backside to Malfoy and slapping it and leaving the rest to Malfoy\'s imagination.

“Fuck off, Potter. There\'s no way your cock is getting anywhere near my bum.” Malfoy had actually sat up, anger, and maybe a little excitement, making his voice waver noticeably.

Harry snorted and picked his cloak up from the floor, swirling it around his shoulders. “We\'ll see, Malfoy.” Harry grasped the latch to the door, opening it a bit before giving Malfoy a meaningful look. He took in the the blond bombshell naked on the bed, knowing that it would soon become a familiar sight. He covered his head, disappearing completely from Malfoy\'s sight and stepping out the portal. Before he closed the painting behind him he whispered, “We\'ll see...”

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That\'s it for now! I may write more in the future but I\'m going to start working on my other story for now. Of course if I get lots and lots of reviews (cheesy grin) then I might be persuaded to add more. R&R! I would love to hear how I did for my first slash fic. Thanks for reading!!