After The Match

This story was done at the request of Miss Squirrel Fucker and my girlfriend, who coudl not find a single draco/oli fiction. so i wrote one, but they mentioned they wanted some KINK to it..... and this is just full onk. nk. not for the romanticly inclined. no kissing at all in fact. an uhm.. if your underager.... i wont tell your parents you read it if you dont tell mine i write it ^^;;
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Quidditch is a game of competition. Without the proper drive to win a game, no matter how skilled your players, victory can never be yours. To truly excel one needs to want the victory, and that was always true for Oliver Wood. His will to win was so strong it reflected on every member of his team. Oliver loved to be on top in all aspects of his life. He had no greater thrill then knowing he was better then everyone else, though he didn’t always let it show. After all, if he let on what an egotistical jerk he was, people might not like him, and then he wouldn’t be on top.
Draco Malfoy always hated Oliver Wood. Oliver had led his team in an amazing lead against every house for this year’s Quidditch Tournament. Draco couldn’t stand Oliver’s prickish manner and how he seemed so nonchalant about it. Once, after a game, Draco had seen the look in Oliver’s eyes from another victory. Draco recognized it form look in his own eyes, that sheen of lust he saw in the mirror when he would cut himself. Draco had always been thankful for the long robes they wore at Hogwarts, I made it easier to hide his… passion.
Slytherin had just lost another game to Gryffindor after a spectacular show of aerial acrobatics by Harry Potter. After the game, Draco watched Oliver talking to his fans, watched the sweat rolling down his face. He had that look in his eyes again, that animal lust Oliver always felt after winning. Draco growled to himself as he watched Oliver make jokes and enjoy his prestigious position. A position Draco coveted.
Draco had always believed in his superiority, he was a wizard of the purest blood, his father was a powerful man, and he attended one of the best schools in the house of histories strongest wizards. He believed himself to be better then everyone because he was better then everyone. Strong, smart, fast… but why didn’t he get all the attention?
Draco crossed his arms, sticking his hands in the folds of his robes, fingering a thin sharp blade he hid there. He let it trace across the skin of his fingers, the hairs on his neck raising from expectation. Draco believed if he was to be on top, he should be invulnerable. That was how it all started.
If he was to be strong he would need to able to tolerate pain, so he started hitting things. He remembered the feeling of his skin peeling back from his hand from striking the stones that made his house so many times, he remembered the strain in his legs from hiking for hours on end, pushing his body till it screamed with pain. He remembered how the more pain he inflicted, the bigger his erection would get.
Now he carried a blade on him at all times, and if he had a moment alone he would trace swirls and arcs into his arms, covering old scars with new ones. That was why he usually waited for everyone else to leave before taking his shower after a game.

Hot water ran down Malfoy’s naked body, his young muscled form shiny and slick. He had fallen off his broom when a bludger had struck him in the shoulder. Fresh bruises rose on his upper body, both from the hti and the fall. Draco was pressing into them with his fingernails when he heard a laugh from outside, and then footsteps in the locker room. Oliver wood was here, but why? He must have been so busy talking to others that he just now got back to the locker rooms to shower…
Draco smiled to himself, this was the perfect chance to get out his anger on Wood! He would be naked and without his wand, but then, so would Draco. However, the blond had the element of surprise on his side. Draco stole over to the doorway into the showers, pressing his flesh against the cool tiled wall, waiting.
In just the other room, Oliver Wood stripped away his Quidditch robes and hung his towel near the door. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed a second towel, but his mind was on his latest win. In his head he played the appraisal and adoration of his fans.
“Oliver, you move so smoothly on the field!”
“Oh Oliver, you’re so handsome in that uniform…”
But what was on the forefront of Oliver’s mind was the smile Harry had flashed him after the game… Oliver had had a crush on Harry Potter since asa logn as he could remember. He had almost pissed himself when he found out Harry Potter would be coming to his very own school. Oliver had secretly followed Harry around Hogwarts’ Campus whenever he could, admiring Harry from afar. And his admiration for the young boy had only grown.
It seemed year after year, Harry managed to save Hogwarts from disaster after another. The boy was amazing, and even attractive. When Oliver was young he thought if he was famous enough, he could someday meet Harry Potter. Now that he had, Oliver strived to stay the best, so that Harry would notice him. And to play on the same Quidditch team… Oliver was only upset he had been sidetracked by a group of girls who had wanted to flirt with him, he had missed Harry in the showers.
Oliver never turned down the attention of the female portion of the student body, always a man of appearances. If anyone knew his secret passion for men, he may be ostracized, and then what would Harry think of him? Besides, he could see Harry’s naked form after another game.

As Oliver entered the shower room, he noticed the water was still running from one of the showers. He began to mouth “what the…” when quite suddenly, pain exploded from the right side of his head. Oliver stumbled and started to look up when a foot landed in his stomach with a solid slap. He fell to his knees and lurched to his left, sliding away from his attacker o the slick shower room tiles. When he looked up he saw Malfoy’s blond form hurling at him.
Oliver moved hi body to the side, and grabbed Malfoy by the hair and shoulder, using the boy’s momentum against him to throw him hard against the wall. Then, wrenching the grip in his blond hair around, Oliver got behind Draco, and pullis his head back, wrapping his other arm around Draco’s neck.
Draco moaned with pleasure.
“What the hell do you want Malfoy?” Oliver barked, pulling Draco’s hair back more and tightening his arm around the younger boy’s neck. Draco didn’t say anything, just moaned again and began to breathe quicker. He was barely even trying to pull Oliver’s arm away.
Oliver tossed Draco to the floor and kicked him in the side. As Draco moaned and rolled on his back, Oliver couldn’t help but notice the sizeable erection Draco was sporting, and the one that now stood between his own legs. He had never felt this powerful before in his life.
Draco got to his knees and coughed, looking up at Oliver with a mix of contempt and desire.
“Fuck you, Gryffindor piece of shit” Draco hissed between shallow breaths. Oliver growled and slapped Draco across the face, the blow echoing off the shower room walls. The brunette pulled his younger schoolmate up again by the hair and look in his eyes.
“You little shit, you’re nothing! Don’t eveb talk to me unless I tell you to!” Oliver shouted.
“You cant make me…” Draco began, but was silenced when Oliver struck him in the face again and pulled his head up by the hair. Draco was getting so hot from the abuse. He felt like he might come from the beating alone. Oliver pulled Dracos head towards his dick.
“I can make you do whatever I damn well please asshole!” Oliver said, shoving his penis into Draco’s mouth. Draco’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt precum tricke from the tip of his own dick. Malfoy moaned as Oliver pulled the younger boys head back and forth by the hair, Draco’s tongue vigorously working over the older boys shaft.
Oliver closed his eyes in pleasure and titled his head back slightly. This was amazing! He was in control, and now that he thought about, Draco wasn’t that bad. His young body was well toned, although it seemed to have an interesting pattern running over it. Oliver didn’t honestly care at the moment. He hsut his eyes and imagined Harry Potter sucking his dick and he forced Malfoy to swallow more of his man-meat.
Draco grabbed tightly onto Oliver’s legs and began to suck the brunettes cock with more fervor; startling Oliver from his Harry filled dreams. He growled again and pulled his dick from Dracos mouth, delivering a swift slap across his face and firmly plating his foot in Draco’s stomach. Draco fell over again, and oliver slammed a knee between the young boys exposed shoulder blades. Draco moaned loudly, grinding his dick agsint the wet floor.
Oliver pulled up Draco’s head and leaned down to his ear. “Make a single noise Malfoy, and I’ll beat your pretty face until not even your mother would recognize it.” Draco nodded in recognition before Oliver slammed the boys skull hard against the floor, then pulled him up by the hair to his knees. Oliver knelt behind him, and before Draco could think about what was happening, Oliver thrust his cock into Draco’s exposed anus.

Draco had never been hurt so good before in his life. Each thrust in and out of his asshole made him want to scream in pain, but he seemed bound by Oliver’s wish that he remain silent. Behind Oliver Wood’s closed eyes, Harry Potter moaned his name. In reality, Draco Malfoy had the side of his head pressed against the shower room wall while Oliver pumped steadily in and out of him.
Draco breathed in quick shallow breathes, palms support him against the slick wall. It felt so good, like nothing he had ever dreamed! Pain and pleasure mixed together in a sensual orgy. As Oliver began to speed up, Draco slid down the wal until he was bent over with his face and arms on the ground, ass in the air while the older boy thrust passionately in and out of him. His own hot cum dripped down his leg, and felt like another orgasm was coming if Oliver kept it up. Suddenly the older boy pulled out, grabbing Malfoy with one hand and stroking his own penis with he other.
“Look at me you worthless Slytherin shit.” Oliver demanded. Draco looked up in time to receive a healthy spurt of cum on his face. When Oliver was done, he punched Draco hard in the temple and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the side again.
“Tell anyone Malfoy, and I kill you” Oliver laughed, leaving the shower room. Draco layed bruised and beaten on the floro for a while before cleaning himself up, tears just behind his eyes. But whether they were tears of pain or pleasure, Draco never knew.