Dye-ing for Love

Title: Dye-ing for Love
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Summary: Harry and Draco are stuck alone and bored after an Order mission. Harry has allowed Draco to talk him into dyeing Harry’s hair and giving him a “new” look. One thing leads to another, and some harmless flirting gets out of control.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Genres: Romance, Humor, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Situations
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated… jeckell_and_hyde@yahoo.com
Archive: We’d be thrilled, but please ask us first.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We am publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors’ Note: This fic was inspired by a scene we developed in an RPG organized by Ataraxis which can be found at http://www.livejournal.com/community/ootp_journal/. Neither one of us could get the idea out of our heads. So here is the NC-17 version of what might have happened the night of Draco and Harry’s pajama party… if our boys hadn’t already been in love with other men.

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Draco had been working with the Order for three years now, and he and Harry had developed a close friendship. Harry had rescued Draco from the clutches of Death Eaters, and they were currently awaiting members of the Order to pick them up from their hideout at Remus’ cottage.

Since they were bored out of their minds, Harry had allowed Draco to talk him into going to the nearby Muggle town and obtaining supplies so that the two could dye Harry’s hair and give him a “new” look. Even though Draco admits to himself that he doesn’t plan on making many changes as he likes Harry’s hair the way it is. Draco, of course, cannot resist a few sarcastic comments, which lead Harry to seek a bit of Slytherinesque revenge…

Harry got out of the chair, advancing on the still snickering Draco, a mischievous look on his face.

Draco\'s eyebrow arched as he saw the glint in Harry\'s eyes, and he knew he had pushed his luck a bit too far.

Harry backed Draco against a wall, staring him down and watching him swallow nervously, the smirk on Harry’s face, only serving to worry Draco further.

Suddenly, Harry leaned in and nuzzled the side of Draco\'s neck, his wet, dye-covered hair, soaking into Draco\'s skin and rubbing off in his hair.

Draco shuddered as feelings he knew he shouldn’t be having for his friend coursed through his body, and pushed the snickering Harry away from him. \"Don’t Harry.\"

\"Aw! I was just trying to give my best mate a little nuzzle!\" Harry laughed, not recognizing the longing look on Draco\'s face.

\"By the way, Dray,\" Harry said seductively, leaning in to whisper in Draco\'s dye-covered ear, \"Call me a wanker again, and I\'ll really make you gag!\" Harry bit down hard on Draco\'s ear, making him yell and push his laughing friend away again.

Draco slid his hand down the side of Harry’s face, shocking the Gryffindor into a sudden realization of what his actions had initiated. \"Oh, I can do \'nuzzling\', Harry. I’m just not so sure if our friendship can stand it. So you may want to watch your promises.\"

Draco leaned into Harry and reached to the table for his wand. As he did, his strong thigh slid against Harry’s pelvis suggestively, and his rather insistent erection, brought on almost instantly by Harry’s innocent teasing, pressed into Harry’s thigh.

He didn’t respond as Harry took in a sharp breath, only spelled his hair, and his and Harry’s clothing, clean of the remnants of the dye.

Harry felt his heart begin to race when Draco pressed against him. He hadn\'t meant anything sexual, at least not consciously, when he rubbed against the side of Draco\'s neck. Now his mind began racing through possibilities. He cared very deeply for Draco and couldn\'t deny the attraction.

He bit his lower lip as he looked nervously at Draco, not sure what to do. He knew he should back away, he should leave the room, but he just couldn\'t make himself do it.

Draco could see the warring emotions running through Harry’s eyes, and he knew that this could never just be a one-time thing for Harry, and quite frankly, for the first time in his life, it wouldn’t be for Draco either. But first, he had to make sure that Harry knew that too.

Draco smiled engagingly at Harry. “Harry, I need you to understand something. I have been desperately attracted to you for the last year, but I never wanted to allow it to hurt our friendship in any way. I’m putting full control of this decision into your hands, but I’m promising you that if you decide to take a chance on me, I’ll take such good care of you that you’ll never want for another lover again. You have watched me go through a couple dozen one-night stands. Now you know why. None of them could ever measure up to you.”

Harry\'s jaw dropped in shock. He had no idea Draco had felt that way about him. He had to admit to being attracted to Draco as well, but had honestly not given it much consideration. He had been so sure that Draco was attracted to women and that he\'d never stand a chance anyhow.

Seeing the sincerity and want in Draco\'s eyes, Harry was overwhelmed with desire. He wanted Draco and suddenly realized that he had for a very long time.

Harry reached forward and grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt and kissed him. His tongue begged entrance as he firmly pressed his thigh into Draco\'s erection, his own growing rapidly.

Draco hadn’t quite expected such an immediate and physical answer from Harry. After only a moment’s hesitation, Draco’s mouth parted invitingly, welcoming Harry’s tongue. His hands stole to Harry’s hips, and he dragged Harry’s body more firmly against him.

Draco couldn’t remember tasting a sweeter kiss ever in his life. Draco’s tongue swept forth to plunder Harry’s mouth, taking control of the kiss. He pressed his erection into Harry urgently, sliding his hands to cup Harry’s arse. His thoughts were completely centered on wanting to savor every inch of Harry’s body, when suddenly he heard a loud buzz signifying that Harry’s hair was completed, and abruptly broke the kiss.

Trying to steady his breathing, Draco couldn’t stop staring at the kiss-swollen lips in front of him. “Um…your hair…we need to stop to…um get the stuff out.”

Harry gasped as the kiss was broken and subconsciously licked his lips, his eyes locked onto Draco\'s. It took his mind a moment to process Draco\'s words. Only when they did, did Harry respond. He pulled back, swallowing hard.

\"Um, right... How do you want me? I mean, to rinse it!\" Harry blushed brightly as he stared into Draco\'s sparkling blue-silver eyes.

Draco smiled wickedly at Harry’s unintended innuendo. He leaned in close to Harry’s ear and whispered. “In any and every position, multiple times, as I bring you to heights you’ve only dreamed of, but first I want you leaning over that sink so I can wash that shit out.”

Draco didn’t give Harry a chance to reply but guided Harry over to the sink, turned on the tap, and quickly dunked Harry’s head under the flow of the warm water. He moved into position beside Harry and slid his hands slowly through the silken strands, massaging Harry’s scalp with his calloused fingertips as he washed the excess dye away.

“There you are…all finished, love.”

Harry shivered at the term of endearment and turned to face Draco again. His eyes were wide and shining as Draco finished toweling Harry\'s hair dry. Harry took the towel from Draco’s hand and tossed it on the floor, then leaned into Draco for another kiss. He slid his hands up Draco\'s smooth sides and back, tangling his fingers into the soft blond hair.

Draco’s arms stole around Harry’s waist quickly resuming their earlier position. Slowly he broke the kiss, trailing licks and nips down Harry’s jaw. Draco slowly worked his way to Harry’s ear enjoying the salty taste of Harry’s skin, and the rough feel of the stubble against his tongue. Draco whispered suggestively into Harry’s ear. “I need to know how far you’re willing to take this tonight, Harry. I want to make this right for you. Will you let me make love to you?”

Harry pulled back suddenly at Draco\'s question, his heart thumping and his breathing ragged. He couldn\'t believe Draco wanted, not just to have sex with him, but to really make love with him.

A smile slowly crept over his face, his eyes becoming slightly misty and his voice locked. He nodded his head and captured Draco into a passionate kiss. Harry pulled back again and whispered against his lips, \"Make love to me, Draco.\"

Draco couldn’t resist the sultry tone of Harry’s voice. He planted a soft, tender kiss on Harry’s lips and then moved away from Harry just far enough so he could slide one of his hands behind Harry’s knees. In one quick movement he had Harry cradled in his arms, and was striding down the hall towards the nearest bedroom he could find.

Harry giggled against Draco’s neck, the vibrations pulsing straight to Draco’s already unbearably hardened cock. Draco kicked open the door to the room, which happened to be the one he had been sleeping in anyway, and lowered Harry to the bed. Draco crawled into the bed next to Harry and engaged Harry in a slow, passionate kiss as he slowly began to unbutton Harry’s pajama top with one hand.

When he finally had the shirt opened, he placed the flat of his hand in the center of Harry’s chest and pushed Harry back against the bed. Slowly he broke the heated kiss and again traced a path with his tongue down Harry’s jaw, this time working his way slowly down Harry’s neck tasting and teasing with his tongue, lips and hands as he went. As he pushed the fabric aside, and revealed the tanned skin of Harry’s chest and tight stomach, he couldn’t help the comment of praise that left his lips just before he attacked one of Harry’s nipples with his teeth. “Gods you couldn’t be more fucking beautiful.”

\"Oh!\" Harry cried as Draco bit down on him. He arched up off the bed, one hand tangling in the sheets below him, the other gripping Draco\'s hair tightly. \"Gods, Draco! Don\'t stop!\"

Harry could feel Draco\'s lips smile around his nipple and gave a little push on his head, indicating that he wanted Draco to move down, but he stubbornly refused and only moved on to torture the other nipple in the same manner. Harry cried out again and shivered as Draco\'s deft fingers caressed his body.

“Oh don’t worry…my Harry…I don’t…intend…to stop…unless you…tell me to.” Tantalizingly slowly Draco moved downward kissing and licking his way towards his prize. Draco’s tongue circled Harry’s navel, and thrusted first once, then twice inside, mimicking what he hoped to be doing to another part of Harry’s anatomy in a very short time.

When he reached the waistband of Harry’s pajamas, Draco raised his head and cocked an eyebrow. “May I?” His fingers slid across the flannel-covered thighs teasing and taunting Harry, even as he asked for permission to continue.

At Harry’s almost imperceptible nod, Draco smiled and licked his lips, keeping his own eyes locked with Harry’s lust-darkened ones, as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and slid Harry’s pajama pants and boxers down towards his feet, and shifted to allow Harry to kick them off.

Draco winked at Harry and turned his head towards his prize. Draco had planned on teasing Harry further, but he groaned as he took in the sight of Harry’s shaft, weeping pearly precum from a head that was just begging to be tasted.

Draco’s tongue snaked out to catch the droplet, Harry’s cock twitching in response. Draco hovered above Harry’s cock, his tongue tracing a path around the swollen head, and up and down Harry’s length before finally taking pity on Harry and engulfing his cock to the base. He began to move at a slow pace up and down the shaft, suckling harder as he moved Harry out of his mouth, always pausing to slide his tongue once around the head before diving back down again.

Harry nearly screamed and jumped out of his skin at the feel of Draco\'s hot breath on his cock. He whimpered and writhed, nearly bucking Draco off. His hands tangled in Draco\'s hair, not directing his movements, just letting Draco set the pace. No matter how much he wanted to force Draco\'s hot mouth down harder, faster, to take him deeper, he resisted.

\"Draco...\" Harry whispered hotly. \"More, please... I need to feel you against me, in me!\"

Draco smirked around Harry’s cock and lifted his head up for only a second to reply. “Oh you will, love. But first I want to taste you.” Draco began sucking Harry in earnest, bobbing his head up and down rapidly, grazing his teeth against the shaft every so often. He slid his hands up along the hard plains of Harry’s body and pinched and teased Harry’s sensitive nipples.

It wasn’t long before Harry came with an almighty roar, flooding Draco’s mouth with his come. Draco greedily drank down Harry’s offering, and reluctantly let the now sensitive organ loose from his mouth. He eagerly moved up the bed, stripping off his own clothing as he went, and laid down beside Harry, lazily stroking a finger across Harry’s sweaty brow as he gave the Gryffindor a few moments to recover from his orgasm.

“Do you even have a clue how absolutely perfect you look at this moment?”

Harry snuggled into Draco, giving his lungs and heart a chance to return to normal. He slid his hand lazily over Draco\'s smooth, warm chest, teasing the taut nipples with his fingernails. He snickered at the low growl that rose from Draco\'s chest and turned to kiss him passionately.

Harry sat up suddenly and straddled Draco\'s thighs. He kissed and licked his way across Draco’s chest, pausing to tease Draco\'s nipples as he had done to Harry, then continued down. Just as Draco had done, Harry dipped his tongue into Draco\'s navel, but didn\'t stop at that. He began sucking on it hard, pulling the soft skin into his mouth while his tongue teased and tickled, making Draco squirm.

He continued down Draco\'s body, nipping lightly on the tender flesh, until he reached the center of Draco\'s passion. He kissed the tip of Draco’s cock reverently, coating his lips with precum. He licked his lips seductively, knowing Draco\'s eyes were glued to him. He gave a wicked smile, then plunged down, taking Draco\'s entire cock into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged before pulling back, then did it again, driving Draco mad with lust and desire.

He felt Draco\'s hands fly to his head, grasping him firmly by the ears as he started bucking up to meet Harry\'s mouth. Harry moaned around his mouthful, loving the feel of Draco taking complete control of him. He sucked harder and worked his throat muscles around Draco\'s cock before he was roughly pulled off.

He whimpered from the loss before Draco pulled him into a hard kiss, filling his mouth again with his tongue.

Draco was aching with need, and although it was tempting to give into the sinful delights of Harry’s mouth on his cock, Draco had a far more pressing agenda. Never breaking his kiss with Harry, Draco rolled them over in the bed in one smooth movement so the entire length of his body pressed against Harry’s. He intentionally glided his aching shaft against Harry’s renewed erection as he stretched out a hand to retrieve the bottle of Muggle lubricant he had purchased when they had gone into town to buy the hair products. Draco had never anticipated that he would be using it on Harry. Instead, Draco’s plan at the time had involved time alone in his room wanking off to the thought of doing this to Harry.

He flipped the cap open with one hand, and drizzled the slick stuff over his fingertips. Using his knee to part Harry’s thighs, Draco slowly traced the line from the base of Harry’s sac to his entrance, his moistened fingertips surrounding the pucker slowly, enticingly before finally he allowed a fingertip to breach Harry’s hole.

Immediately he felt Harry trying to push down on his finger, and impale himself further. Draco broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Harry’s. “Please, let me do this slowly. I promise it will be worth the wait. But I can’t allow myself to give you even a bit of discomfort.”

Harry reluctantly nodded his assent, and a predatory gleam flickered in Draco’s eyes. “Well, not the first time, at least.”

Draco leaned forward and traced Harry’s collarbone with his tongue as he slowly worked in yet another finger. He could feel Harry straining to follow his directives and stay still, but the enticing whimpers and moans coming from Harry were bringing Draco’s desire to the point where he knew that the only way he would feel right was if he was inside of Harry.

He curved his fingertips and swept them across Harry’s prostate, once then twice, delighting in the feel of Harry’s body thrusting against him. He scissored his fingers and felt as Harry relaxed to a point where he knew he was ready for him.

Draco slipped his fingers out of Harry, and heard a brief mewl of protest, which was quickly drowned out by a groan as he poised with the head of his shaft at Harry’s entrance. Mustering all the self-control he could, Draco checked one final time with his friend and now lover, to make sure that he was indeed ready to take the step from which there would be no turning back in their relationship.

Harry hooked his legs behind Draco\'s arse and nudged him forward, indicating his permission as well as need. He raised up on his elbows and strained forward to kiss Draco, his tongue immediately darting into Draco\'s mouth. He pulled back slightly and whispered across Draco\'s lips, \"Make me yours.\"

A smile spread across Draco’s face as he whispered back, “You already are.”

Draco grasped Harry’s hips firmly and slid slowly into the achingly tight heat of his lover, inch by blessed inch until he was at last completely sheathed. Draco paused for a moment to regain his control, leaning his forehead against Harry’s. Perspiration beaded across his upper body, the droplets shimmering across his chest as he fought to even out his breathing. He had always prided himself on his control, but tonight was different. Draco had been having sex for longer than he could remember, but he had never truly made love with anyone until this very night, and the emotions that were coursing through him were almost enough to make him explode right there.

He felt Harry’s hips buck against him, and he lifted his forehead from Harry’s, and engaged the Gryffindor in a soul-searing kiss. Slowly, he began to rock his hips against Harry, building up to a slow and steady rhythm, lengthening his thrusts with every stroke.

Harry felt a fire starting in the pit of his stomach, which quickly spread throughout his body, and finally centered in and around his arsehole. He gasped and grunted with every thrust, his hands gripping Draco\'s biceps tightly, leaving bruises that would be discovered in the morning.

He began begging senselessly, his voice pitched high with passion. He grabbed the back of Draco\'s neck and pulled him down for a hard, breathless kiss.

Draco returned Harry’s kiss with a ferocity he hadn’t yet unleashed on Harry. He had intended to hold back, thinking that Harry would want to experience gentle, easy lovemaking for his first time, but it seemed the little minx underneath him had other ideas. Harry was begging so prettily that who was Draco to refuse him.

Draco leaned forward on his elbows, bracing himself over Harry, and began slamming into Harry harder and harder. He leaned down so his lips just brushed against Harry’s ear and whispered huskily, his words punctuated by his thrusts. “Is that…what you wanted…Harry? Harder…faster…is it…my Harry?”

\"Yes! Gods, yes, Dray!\" Harry gasped out between grunts. He wrapped his arms tightly around Draco\'s back, holding on for dear life as Draco rammed into him harder and deeper with every thrust. He was having difficulty taking in enough air and was becoming light-headed, but didn\'t care. He only wanted more, harder, faster, which he muttered aloud unknowingly.

Draco continued to plunder Harry’s body, and though he didn’t ever want the heady sensation of feeling so completely joined with Harry to end, he could feel his climax rapidly approaching. He leaned up a bit so he could slide his hand between their bodies, and gripped Harry’s cock in his hand, teasingly stroking his thumb back and forth across the leaking tip. He angled his thrusts, sweeping across Harry’s prostate now with every stroke.

He could feel Harry moving beneath him, trying to get the right stimulation to push him over the edge. Draco held out for as long as he could, and finally, reluctantly, gave in, and began pumping Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts. He locked his gaze with Harry’s and commanded, “Come for me, Harry.”

Harry gasped at the heated words and arched his back, his nails digging into the tender flesh of Draco\'s shoulders. He screamed Draco\'s name as his entire body tightened up into one giant knot before releasing the tension through his cock and over both their heaving chests.

The sight of Harry losing control beneath him, not to mention the velvet walls spasming around his cock, milked Draco’s orgasm from his body. He gasped and then cried out and bit down into the tender flesh of Harry’s shoulder, as he made a few final short thrusts into Harry’s body. Draco couldn’t remember ever coming so hard or so long before in his life.

Draco collapsed onto Harry’s chest, panting harshly. It took him several long moments before he was able to calm down his racing heart and rapid breathing enough to move again. With a tremendous amount of effort, he rolled them over in the bed until most of the weight of Harry’s lighter body rested on top of him.

Draco gently kissed Harry’s forehead. “Are you okay?”

Harry sighed contentedly, a silly grin coming over his flushed features. \"So much better than okay,\" he said softly, snuggling into Draco\'s arm, his head pillowed against Draco\'s chest. He could feel the heart under his ear beating in time with his own. He yawned and tightened his arms around Draco and whispered softly, \"I love you, Dray.\"

Draco stiffened suddenly, and lifted Harry’s chin, urging Harry to turn until their eyes locked. “Don’t say it unless you really mean it. I couldn’t handle it if you changed your mind.” Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco hushed him by placing a fingertip over Harry’s lips. He offered Harry a shy smile. “I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can remember, and I don’t think I could take it if you didn’t mean it. I want you forever, Harry. Not just for one night.”

Harry smiled happily into the silver-grey eyes of his lover. \"Forever doesn\'t sound long enough to me,\" he said against Draco\'s finger before sucking it seductively into his mouth. He giggled as Draco\'s eyes opened wide with shock and wonder. Harry pulled the finger out, scraping his teeth lightly against the narrow digit, then laced their fingers together. He stretched forward and kissed the pink, swollen lips with as much passion as before they made love, but without the heated rush.

\"I do love you, Draco and will for ever and beyond,\" he whispered as they parted for air.

Draco pulled Harry’s head back tight against his chest, and sighed contentedly as he carded his free hand through Harry’s locks. “How did I ever get so lucky? I love you more than words can possibly…what the fuck?”

Harry, startled by Draco’s harsh words, lifted his head enough to see Draco’s fingers were blackened with hair dye. Draco started giggling uncontrollably as he noticed that some of the dye had not only leaked onto his hand, but onto the pillowcase Harry had been laying on as well.

Harry snorted as he saw what Draco was giggling at, and quickly joined the blonde in a fit of giggles of his own.

Draco recovered first, and shrugged at Harry. “Oh well, I think we owe Remus some new sheets and pillowcases. At least it will make a good story to tell our grandchildren.” Harry’s eyes flew open almost comically at Draco’s words. “What? You didn’t think I planned to let you get away after a declaration like that did you? I do intend to make an honest wizard out of you. You are going to marry me, right?” Draco asked, smirking at Harry playfully, but the sincerity of his request shining obviously in his eyes.

\"YES!\" Harry yelled loudly, his voice echoing through the room! He placed several light kisses on Draco\'s lips before settling in for a long passionate kiss. He moaned with joy as he laid his head back down on Draco\'s chest, his fingers lightly trailing over the taut skin.

\"If you expect me to carry the children, though,\" he said with a yawn, \"you\'d better start sucking up early.\" He drifted off into dreams of weddings and children and grandchildren before he could hear Draco\'s response.

Draco smiled sleepily as planted a final kiss on Harry’s shoulder. “We’ve got all the time in the world, love,” he whispered. “We’ve got forever.”


THE END