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 7

‘Don’t scream.’ whispered Scorpius into Harry’s ear, before bringing his hand higher and with more pressure, meaning to slide it inside Harry’s robes. Harry froze in his seat, his mind frantic with worry, his eyes darting towards his family, staring expectantly at the stage. It was a good thing that lights were so low it was impossible to see much of anything, but Harry’s fear didn’t leave room for rational thinking. He had to stop Scorpius; there was no way he could let him continue his groping. Quite apart from it being entirely inappropriate, Harry didn’t really think that he could keep quiet if Scorpius’s hand reached inside his pants and –

‘Stop it.’ he hissed as quietly as he could. Now was not the time to alert anyone’s attention to what was going on, but how else would he point out to Scorpius that this was neither time nor place nor he, Harry, the likeliest person? Scorpius himself didn’t seem to understand or care about the danger he was putting them both in, while Harry’s inside turned to ice whenever he thought about the irredeemable consequences of such a public display on his life, work and image. ‘Please.’ he added when Scorpius paid no heed to his words. Scorpius’s hand stilled at that and he looked curiously at Harry. Whatever he saw on Harry’s face made an impression on him and he withdrew his hand immediately. Harry wondered if it was the pleading and hated himself for it, but as long as it made Scorpius keep his hands off it was worth it. Sighing with relief and trying not to think about Scorpius’s knee touching his or Scorpius’s fingertips occasionally brushing his hand – Scorpius was particularly fidgety today – Harry intended not to be effected and to devote himself completely to the play

Yet he couldn’t stop wondering as to why Scorpius was pursuing him so determinedly and why he didn’t mind quite as much as he should. Harry was convinced that it was a one-time thing. Maybe even some sort of a bet and didn’t expect Scorpius to try anything untoward again. But maybe Scorpius was doing it in the first place because Harry proved to be such an easy target? Harry couldn’t understand his reaction to all of it. Only that it was completely different from his previous experience. He was never been so much as kissed against his will. And though he was angry at Scorpius for pushing and taking advantage, it’s not like he did anything to stop it from happening. Not really. But could his lack of proper discouragement prompt Scorpius to regard it as an invitation to proceed with what he started at the club?

Harry wondered if they should talk about it before Scorpius presumed that he could grope him at every opportunity and Harry would just take it. Naturally, no matter how much he tried Harry couldn’t concentrate on the play. His life was going in a bizarre way and there was no one he could talk about it to. There was really only Scorpius and possibly a shrink. But Harry rather distrusted people who made it their habit to poke inside his mind. So Scorpius it was then. That’s why Harry didn’t object when after the play, enthusiastic cheering and major clapping, and while no one was looking Scorpius dragged him down the stairs and into the loo. But before a word could so much as leave Harry’s mouth, he was slammed into a row of sinks and kissed so furiously that he felt his lips bleed.

‘Scorpius. I really didn’t come here for that.’ said Harry with some difficulty when his mouth was his own again. ‘The last thing I want is for someone to walk in on us making out.’

Harry was sure he would end up in the sink if Scorpius didn’t stop his thrusting and groping. However, the brutality of the kiss and the rough treatment notwithstanding, Harry’s body hummed happily against Scorpius’s pressing weight. But his mind understood what his body would not – that it was wrong and dangerous and considering their current location and the number of witches and wizards all over the place plain stupid.

Scorpius looked at him like Harry was a delicious piece of meat and Harry felt like squirming.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’ he said resignedly. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with you and why you act like that but it has to stop. It’s not right. I’m married. I’m twice your age. You’re my son’s best friend.’ Harry sighed heavily when it produced no other response but intense stare – a leer more like it – from Scorpius. ‘I really don’t know what else to say to make you see it the way I see it. Oh, yeah, I went to school with your father. We hated each other, you know?’ he stopped to take another deep breath and ask the question that’s been bugging him all this time. ‘But I want to know why. Why did you do it at the club? Why are you doing it now?’

Scorpius looked resentful at having to break off his snack-time, but willing to give a short reply.

‘I wanted to.’

Harry snorted. That was to be expected.

‘Do you always do what you want?’

‘Pretty much yes.’ replied Scorpius, trailing his hands up Harry’s thighs and parting his robes.

Harry tried too hard to concentrate on his train of thought to pay attention to Scorpius’s hands now. Getting through to Scorpius was more important or so he told himself.

‘But, Scorpius, there are things that you can’t take or have just because you want to.’ he pointed out.

‘I don’t think I agree with you there, Harry.’

He purred the name and that image of Scorpius’s tongue tracing Harry’s name was back in the forefront of Harry’s mind, obliterating every other thought. He gripped tight onto them though, just as Scorpius’s hands started opening his trousers. The pace was different this time – slow, gentle, coaxing – so that Harry could feel through every brush, touch and caress.

‘And as far as I recall, you weren’t exactly fighting me.’ said Scorpius with satisfaction, his touch as languid a his words.

As true as that was, Harry didn’t like it being mentioned. Not when he was barely fighting again.

‘I had no idea what you were going to do.’ he defended. Though, taking into account the way he shamelessly let Scorpius take care of himself now, it was futile.

‘I would think that my intentions were abundantly clear.’ purred Scorpius. ‘I didn’t take anything you weren’t willing to give me, Harry.’

‘I was taken by surprise.’

‘That’s hardly an excuse.’ drawled Scorpius, latching his mouth onto Harry’s again.

‘The drink – ‘ panted Harry, breaking free.

‘ – was not spiked if that’s what you mean. It was all your doing. Just like this.’

Scorpius captured Harry’s mouth in another brutal kiss, before spinning him around so that he was now facing the mirror.

‘Like I said – you needed a distraction – and I supplied you with one.’

‘I didn’t ask you to.’ muttered Harry, avoiding looking into the mirror, which made him look at Scorpius’s hand on his cock instead. There was no getting away from it.
Scorpius laughed.

‘You might not have said the words, but you looked them all right. And you must admit that it worked. I’m sure you’ve been constantly wanking off to the image I’ve planted in your mind these past weeks so that your hand must be falling off by now. You can close your eyes all you want, Harry, but it won’t change the fact that for all your protests you’re enjoying yourself – if the evidence in my hand is anything to go by.’

Harry growled and Scorpius laughed.

‘I thought we should try something different this time but I’m sure I could suck you off again. Would you like that?’

Harry made an unidentified sound in his throat and gripped the edge of the sink.

‘Another time then.’ said Scorpius cheerfully.

He moved against Harry, rubbing against him, and Harry was pleased to note that though smug he was not unaffected.

Harry looked up into the mirror. His face was flaming, his mouth swollen, his hair worse than ever.

‘I heard that your wife is back.’ said Scorpius, looking approvingly at him.

‘I also heard that you are not back together.’

‘I do hope that it is not on my account.’

Harry managed a snort, though it came out as an over-excited panting sound. But as his face had no more room for blushing he didn’t even bother.

‘Don’t flatter yourself, Scorpius. It has got nothing to do with you. Nothing at all.‘ he added for more emphasis. His voice was uneven but he congratulated himself on being able to say anything at all with the way Scorpius’s hand was going.

‘Al said that you might be looking for a place to stay.’ said Scorpius. ‘He asked if it’d be all right if we give you the use of our spare bedroom for the time being. I wholeheartedly agreed. But you haven’t showed up you. This, I suppose, is also not on my account.’

Harry shook his head. He could hardly keep up with the conversation while Scorpius was pumping his cock and thrusting from behind at the same time. It took a lot of will power, but he did have it in abundance.

‘How do you expect me to stay with you and Al in the same flat with the way you act around me these days?’ he snapped. He was close and when he decided that he and Scorpius had to talk this was not how he envisioned it. ‘I don’t know what you’re going to do next other then press me against some surface and well – ’ really, he didn’t have to illustrate it with words.

‘Well, that’s the fun part, isn’t it?’ said Scorpius. ‘Besides, you’ll be very useful to have around the house. It’s gotten pretty messy since the last time you visited. And Al says that you cook. Do you know that we’ll be wall to wall? You’ll have a hell of a time falling asleep.’ he whispered. ‘I wonder if you are up for the challenge.’

‘There’s only one way to find out’ said Harry as he came.

He didn’t know what he was doing exactly, but far be it from him to back down from a challenge. A sense of excitement so powerful hit him that he swayed.

He was considering it. He was actually thinking about it – thinking about sharing a flat with Scorpius. But what would his moving out mean for him and Ginny? Would it be the end for them, the final step that would squash any hope for a happy future together?

Harry had a lot to think about that night. But the more he thought about it, the more he found that it was a perfect solution for both his problems: with Ginny and with Scorpius.

Harry assumed – wanted to believe – that he and Ginny were just going through a rough patch in their relationship, something lots of couples went through at some point or that’s what Hermione kept telling him. And maybe if he moved out for a while, it would just put things into better focus. Instead of seething at her while under the same roof, he would put some distance between them to have a clearer head and a better look at the situation. Maybe, away from her, instead of anger and frustration he was feeling now he would feel longing to be back with her again. Away from Ginny, he would realise what he missed and things would get back to normal. After all, Ginny couldn’t stay away from him for long even though it looked like she left forever.

And it’s not like he was actually leaving – he was just going to stay with his son for a while – it was a perfect thing, really. No one would suspect anything. No one would think that he had someone else. It’s not like anyone in their right mind would imagine that he and Scorpius had something going. And as for his Scorpius problem, Harry realised that it was a game for Scorpius – a chase – and as soon as the chase was over and the prey was caught, Scorpius would lose all interest in Harry. Well, a rich pure-blood wizard who had everything he wished for was bound to have a kink and maybe Scorpius’s was seducing his friends’ fathers.

But it was only a matter of time until things went back to normal, Harry was sure. And whatever he and Scorpius got up to, it wasn’t really infidelity while he and Ginny were not together. With these comforting thoughts Harry joined his empty bed to enjoy another vivid dream.


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