Theodore\'s Father

Title: Theodore’s father
Pairing: Colin Nott/Harry, Teddy/Harry (mentioned)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, slutty!Harry, slight voyuerism, Mpreg (Harry’s not showing)
Notes: I started this with mostly sex in mind, and possible Teddy masturbation, but it didn’t work out that way. I guess it’s because I am beginning to know Teddy a lot better. And Colin is still a slight mystery to me, but hopefully I written him well enough in here.
(Anyone wondering what Colin Nott looks like, just picture Colin Firth from Sense & Sensibility (or is that Pride and Prejudice?) and Bridget Jones :) )
Disclaimer: I don’t own HP or it’s characters, nor do I own Colin Nott whom belongs to Buni2001. If I do anything wrong, she can go ahead and spank me. ;)

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Harry couldn’t understand why he had gotten himself lost. He took the usual way from the bedroom and back, but somehow he had taken a wrong turn and now he was …

“Lost, Mr. Potter?”

Harry jumped. Teddy’s so-called uncle Colin had mysteriously popped up out of nowhere. He wasn’t normally this jumpy, but having a bun in the oven was his excuse.

“Oh, did I startle you? I’m terribly sorry,” Colin droned.

“That’s ok, sir.” Harry blushed. He doesn’t know how long he had been secretly fantasizing about the older Nott, but he had been for some time. The moment he saw those beautiful, yet stomach-piercing eyes, he felt both his groin throb and the pulse in his neck.

“You’re lost, then? Or were you exploring?”

“Uh, both,” Harry said, still red in the cheeks.

“Both?” Colin raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry ducked his head, “I was exploring and got lost.”

Colin found this slightly amusing, “I daresay, Mr. Potter, that if you’re really the wizarding world’s so-called savior, I would be afraid for my future.”

Harry looked up abruptly and gave Colin a scathing glare, “For one thing, sir, I’m no savior! And second, I would be afraid of my own future right now, if I were you.”

Colin turned to face Harry, “And why is that, Mr. Potter?”

“Why do you think?” Harry retorted. He knew he was walking a thin line for being snippy to Mr. Nott, but he knew that Colin wouldn’t hurt him. Perhaps it was because he was carrying Teddy’s child.

The corner of Colin’s lip lifted ever so slightly.

“Still a little spitfire, Potter? It is no wonder Theodore likes you so much,” he held out his elbow for Harry to take, “allow me to escort you back to your room.”

Harry opened his mouth to protest being treated like some kind of damsel, but then found that his voice wouldn’t work due to his weakness he had for the older man. He felt kind of foolish, but he took Colin’s elbow anyway.

“I hope you realize that I don’t normally take a gentleman’s offered elbow every day.”

“I’m honored, Mr. Potter,” Colin smirked. They began to walk together down the corridor. “Perhaps it would have been easier for you if you were a woman?”

Keeping his eyes straight ahead of him, he knew that Colin was watching him with a cool stare. Harry slowly felt his face heat up.

“Perhaps,” he whispered.

Colin chuckled low in his throat. To Harry it sounded almost like a cartoon villain’s laugh.

“You have one female part at least,” he stated.

“Yeah, well…” Harry slowly leaned his head on Colin’s arm. He was a head shorter than Colin. “I need it at the moment… for the baby.”

“Ah, yes,” said Colin, “the baby. Just how is your baby coming along, Mr. Potter?”

“Your grandchild is doing just fine, thanks.”

Colin stopped them just outside the bedroom door. He took a gentle hold on Harry’s chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes. Harry couldn’t stop the oncoming blush that stained his cheeks. As hazel brown eyes pierced through bright green ones, Colin’s hand moved slowly across Harry’s jaw, and then up his cheek.

“My grandchild, Mr. Potter?”

Harry found himself leaning into that touch. “Yes,” he breathed, “yours. You ARE Teddy’s father by blood, are you not?”

Colin took Harry’s face into both hands, caressed his bottom lip with a thumb; finding it too soft for even a man’s pair of lips, and leaned slightly forward.

“We don’t talk about that, Mr. Potter, and you will do well to do the same.”

Harry found that he was too enticed to stop himself from getting closer to the older man, going on tiptoe.

“Then make me forget it…” Harry whispered. He had done what he had been dreaming of doing for weeks: he had closed the little space between them; he was kissing him!

Colin didn’t move when Harry tried to get him to. When he tried again, Colin interrupted him by grabbing hold of Harry’s neck. Harry reluctantly let go of Colin’s lips, sensing impending doom. He stared at the older man hopefully. “Sir?”

“Mr. Potter… are you implying something?”

Harry swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing inside Colin’s fist. “O-only if you want me to be… sir.”

Colin stared at Harry for a while, and then took a firm hold of the back of Harry’s head and led him into the bedroom.

Teddy wasn’t in the room. Harry backed himself slowly to the bed, all the while keeping an eye on Colin. He had a feeling he knew what was to come next, but he didn’t want to ask for fear of looking like an idiot.

Colin watched Harry as the boy seemed rather nervous and jittery. During almost the entire encounter with him, Potter had been sporting red cheeks. He also noticed that Potter would once in a while rub at his stomach. It must be a subconscious gesture when nervous or embarrassed. Slowly, he moved forward, getting Potter’s undivided attention. Those green eyes danced nervously as he got closer. It was almost like stalking easy prey.

“I…” Harry started, but then stopped when he realized that he was floundering like an idiot in front of his soon-to-be father-in-law. He felt heat rising from his entire being as certain dirty thoughts ran through his head. He had made the first move, after all. Surely he could follow through what he had ‘implied’ to the older Nott.

Older men have always been a weakness for Harry, it seemed. Except maybe Professor Snape. Maybe.

Colin stood there for a bit and then spoke.

“Well? I don’t have time for games, Mr. Potter. Either we do it, or we don’t.”

“I… er, that is… well…”

“I doubt your fiance will care much, as long as you don’t go into details.”

“Oh, well, that’s different then…” Harry babbled nervously. Colin shushed him with a finger.

“Quite,” he said calmly. He continued to stare at Harry as if willing the boy to do what he was thinking.

Harry couldn’t think of anything else to do, except lie down on the bed behind him, and spread himself as an offering. With a flick of his wand, Colin removed Harry of his clothes. Harry made a small squeaking noise from the sudden nakedness. With pink-tinted cheeks, Harry leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and spread himself further for the older man. He was surprised to find that his knees were shaking.

“Theodore is right,” Colin said in his ear. “You are a slut.” He was suddenly so close that Harry could feel his own heat rising off of his naked skin.

“I am not a slut,” Harry said, trying to defy it. Truth be told, Harry had a bad feeling that he WAS a slut. Not a complete slut, of course. Wasn’t there another name for it? He didn’t feel like a slut.

Colin ran his fingers through Harry’s hair gently, and then pulled the ends of it back harshly. Harry gasped and moaned in response.

“Yes,” he said smoothly, “you’re a slut.”

Harry gaped, brows knitted angrily. He didn’t like being called a slut no matter how much like one he was acting.

“And you’re lucky that I don’t really care.”

Harry huffed at this. Didn’t care?? He glared dangerously at Colin.

Colin noticed this, and almost laughed. “Hmm… maybe just a Nott-slut, then.”

Harry calmed down at this. A Nott-slut. That made some sense.

“Of course, if you do go around having sex with other Notts, then I don’t wish to hear about it.”

Harry made a huffing noise. That sounded almost like Teddy! “If you have sex with my Uncle, then I don’t want to know about it.” Yes, just typical.

He thrust his hips upward in reply, wanting to get things started. Colin looked amused at him, and Harry both blushed and glared.

“I know you’re eager, young Harry,” Colin said, almost in a purr, “but you must learn some patience.”

Harry almost laughed at this, but then there was suddenly two fingers sliding deep inside of him. Harry squirmed and pushed back into those fingers, keening softly. The older Nott’s skin was surprisingly smooth against his own, and very warm. He tried to get as close to that warmth as possible, but Colin was in control of everything – even the distance between their bodies.

Colin pulled Harry’s head back by his hair, and licked a wet trail up the arc of his neck. Harry shivered uncontrollably and moaned as he tried to push himself more and more closer to the man, to get him to thrust harder and deeper. After what seemed like eternity, Colin slipped his fingers out of Harry, and proceeded to slick his erection up with some massage oil from the drawer. How Colin knew of it being in there was a good question, but Harry wasn’t in the state to think straight.

He found his legs being raised up onto strong shoulders, and then he was being ripped open by Colin’s thick cock. Harry cried out softly as it penetrated the outer ring, and then slid almost easily inside the rest of the way. Harry flung his arms around Colin’s neck and dug his heels deep into Colin’s back as the older man slowly began to thrust in and out of his body. It did indeed feel like Teddy’s cock, except slightly thicker. Colin also felt a bit hairier than Teddy. He was no slick-shaved boy himself, but the downy hairs on Colin cock were more noticeable than Teddy’s. Colin also had more hairs going from his pelvis up to his bellybutton. This, almost surprisingly, was very arousing.

“Nnh, god!” Harry screamed. Every deep thrust was maddening to him. Every sharp jab to his prostate brought him higher and higher to ecstasy. He could feel his own body moving out of control, wanting Nott to push and pull harder, deeper, faster… he dug his fingernails into Colin’s back, emitting a soft hiss to come out of the older man. Harry felt himself flying on the brink of release. Colin seemed to know when to slow down and keep a steady pace, and when to go faster and bring him back to the edge. Harry was on the very urge of crying with frustration; his cock was throbbing so painfully.

In their rush to get things going, they had completely forgotten about the door still being open. Teddy had just come home from work, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up to Harry and maybe even have a quickie, when he peered through the bedroom door.

The sight that met his eyes was both a shock, and not too surprising to find. His father… no, his UNCLE Colin was on top of Harry, both buck naked, and thrusting harshly against one another. He had a nice view of their coupling – Colin’s cock sliding in and out of Harry’s tight, wet hole.

‘Holy shit!’ thought Teddy. This was his own father… uncle… fucking his fiance, on their bed! Teddy opened and closed his mouth, trying to make his voice work, but nothing was coming out. The sounds that Harry was making, so erotic and unworldly, were going straight to his cock! Teddy could do nothing but stare dumbfoundingly at them, almost mesmerized.

Then, as Colin began to thrust erratically, pressing himself as deep as he will go into Harry’s body, Harry let out a piercing scream. Teddy recognized that cute scream. It was when Harry hit climax. Teddy banged his head against the wall, unable to keep his cock from hardening still. This was NOT supposed to be erotic to him at all! But Harry’s voice was still making sounds of pleasure, and Teddy couldn’t help looking again. Colin was still thrusting in and out of him, more steady than before. Teddy closed his eyes and fisted his own cock in his trousers, imagining Harry’s face, the way he’d look from complete satisfaction. Sweat dripping down his forehead, hair sticking up all around, mouth open in an exhausted pant… Teddy bit his bottom lip.

Colin had finally found his own climax, biting at Harry’s collarbone as he emptied himself into the boy. Harry clinged tightly around Colin’s body as he felt Colin’s warmth fill him. Colin leaned forward and kissed him sparingly, wettly. Harry ran his hands up and down Colin’s sides, flexing his muscles around Colin’s spent cock.

“You need to let go of me, Mr. Potter.”

Harry panted and clung tighter around Nott. “I don’t want to.”

“Your fiance should be home soon.”

Harry’s eyes suddenly flew open in realization. “Oh, god, I…”

“Do not worry, Mr. Potter… Harry,” Colin slowly detached from Harry, who was having a hard time releasing him, “I’m sure he’ll understand. Now, please let go of me.”

Harry finally did let go, and he laid there, panting and shaking.

Colin got dressed with a swish of his wand, and then as he left the room, he noticed Teddy standing there, with his forehead against the wall.

They eyed each other coolly for a bit, and then Colin said, “he’s all yours, Theo.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As Colin began to walk past Teddy, he said, “You’ve got a clinger as well as a slut.”

Teddy bowed his head, a very small smile gracing his features.

“He’s a Leo,” Teddy replied, “He falls in love too easily.”

~End~

Well, I think I’ll stop it here before I get into too much trouble from Buni. :) *clings*