Naughty Boys

Naughty Boys
Harry/Draco
My first serious shot at writing a HP fic, so be kind.
I don’t own Harry or Draco, but I do long to make them both my sex slaves.

Quidditch practice was getting out of hand. Being a Captain was more stressful than Harry had ever imagined. This particular Friday it was almost midnight and he was still at the pitch with his team.
“Harry” Roy whined “we’re all tired. Can’t you just let us go for today. I mean, we’re never going to get any better if we’re all exhausted for the actual games.”
“Well, I suppose, but…” Harry was cut off when he yawned, evidence that Roy wasn’t the only one ready to call it quits for the night.
“Alright, fine. But tell everyone to be here early tomorrow. I booked some practice time before the game. For once those Slytherin gits didn’t beat us to it.”
Ron sighed. Getting up at five thirty on a Saturday was never a good thing, but at least they could rest for now. As the team began to disperse Harry flopped down on the grass.
“Aren’t you coming?” Ron asked
“I’ll be on my way soon. I just need to make sure everything is sorted out for tomorrow.”
“Alright. Suit yourself.”
Harry allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes for a moment and heard Roy’s footsteps receding. He was so tired. Slytherin had booked the pitch for the better part of the day, leaving Harry and his team to practice through the night after a long day of classes. Before he knew what was happening he found himself dozing off. He tried to wake himself, but it was no use.

It was almost two hours before he moved again. Standing up he tried to brush the dew off his clothes and made his way slowly towards the locker rooms. When he got inside he was greeted by the sound of running water. He looked around. Who the hell took showers at two in the morning in a locker room? Maybe someone had just left the water on, but even that seemed unlikely as no one used the showers even during the day. He went towards the source of the sound to investigate, but sopped suddenly. He heard someone singing quietly. It was definitely a male voice, but it took Harry a second to realize who it belonged to. When he did a look of total confusion crept across his features. Malfoy? Why on earth? It couldn’t be him. What was going on? He crept closer, determined to solve this little mystery. What he was made all traces of sleepiness leave him. Draco was standing under the falling water. Light from the window above the shower illuminated him jut enough that he seemed to give off a pale glow. Now that Harry thought about it, every part of Draco was the color of moonlight. His platinum blond hair and porcelain skin were all reminiscent of night’s soft illumination. The raven-haired boy shook himself, driving those thoughts from his mind, but the damage was done. He’d seen his arch rival and found him beautiful. All thoughts of Draco’s attractive features were momentarily forgotten, however, when Harry’s eyes settled on a strange tattoo on his arm. He knew that mark too well. The skull and serpent: symbol of the Dark Lord’s followers. Harry had suspected since before the school year began that Draco was a Death Eater, but this proved it. Why, then, was Harry now struggling with feelings of attraction for the naked male displayed before him. A vision flashed through his mind of Draco clinging to him while he kissed the blonde and made love to him. He tried to push it out of his head, but wasn’t entirely successful. Now Draco was running soap covered hands over his slender body. Harry felt his arousal growing and unconsciously moved to touch himself. Part of him screamed this was all wrong, but the larger portion of Harry’s sleep deprived mind was enjoying Draco’s free show. He’s a bloody Death Eater! he told himself. But I’ve always liked bad boys his darker side chimed in. Draco looked up into the falling water, the force of it pushing his hair back so Harry could better see his delicate features. Harry was unable to stop a quiet moan, prompted by his pleasuring himself and staring at the naked beauty before him. Unfortunately Draco had very keen hearing, and Harry’s cover was blown. The blonde spun around and, realizing his wand was out of reach, raised his fists to confront whoever was spying on him.
“I know you’re there” his voice was dark and threatening, as though he could cast a killing curse on whoever was watching even without a wand. Harry’s eyes widened and he felt his heart begin to pound. How was he going to get out of this one? Draco stepped gracefully out from under the water and made a grab for his wand. Harry dearly wished he could disapparate right about now, but it appeared he was stuck. Continuing to stand frozen with fear and embarrassment he watched as the naked, wet, and now armed Draco advanced on his position. He would have to do something quick, but no good spells came to mind. Just as Draco peered around the corner Harry was hiding behind the darker haired boy leapt out.
“Expelliarmus!!”
Draco was caught off guard and his wand went flying. This didn’t solve the larger problem that Harry was still there, now in plain sight of his enemy. For a moment both boys froze. When they recovered a bit from the shock of their sudden encounter Draco landed a punch squarely on Harry’s jaw. The other stumbled back, losing a grip on his own wand. Without being able to do magic Draco fought remarkably like a cornered girl. He kicked and scratched at Harry mercilessly until some sense returned to him.
“Accio!” his wand landed back in his hand and he pressed it to Harry’s chest.
“Why were you watching me?” he demanded, eyes scanning Harry’s face “And no lies!”
“I…” Harry swallowed nervously “I didn’t mean to. It’s not exactly normal to find someone in the locker rooms at two in the morning.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I could ask the same of you.” His gaze traveled down Harry’s body, pausing at the bulge in his jeans.
“You were getting off on watching me!” Draco practically shrieked, backing away.
“You fucking pervert!” His face was scarlet with rage and embarrassment. “I should just kill you now and be done with it.”
“I suppose that would make Voldemort happy now, wouldn’t it” Harry spat, desperate to preserve some honor.
“His littlest Death Eater killing me. You’d better, or you might wind up in Azkaban with daddy dearest.”
“Don’t ever talk about the Dark Lord, or my father!” But Draco was too flustered to pay much attention to where he was going. In his attempt to get as far from Harry as possible he tripped and fell. Harry saw his opportunity and picked up his fallen wand.
“Gonna kill me?” Draco taunted “then you’ll be the one in Azkaban. And how would that look? I can see the headlines now ‘Dumbledore’s Favorite Student, the Boy Who Lived, Sentenced in Murder of Hogwarts Classmate.’”
Harry knew it was dangerous, knew it was stupid, but instead of running he wiped the smirk off Malfoy’s face with a deep kiss. Draco tried to pull away, buy Harry’s hands were firmly tangled in his hair. By the time Harry had to beak the kiss to breathe Malfoy was livid.
“What was that?!” he knew he was cornered, but he wasn’t about to submit. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. He couldn’t get away easily, but he could reverse their positions. If Harry had even half a mind to take advantage of him he was in for a surprise.
“This is how you kiss”
He pressed his lips to Harry’s, forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss. What was Draco planning? He didn’t particularly care, as long as it involved contact. The blonde bit down slightly on his companion’s lower lip just hard enough to taste blood while his hands traveled down his body. Harry wished desperately that the layer of clothing between Draco and him would disappear. Draco seemed to be reading his mind, because at that moment he pulled away and quickly began to unfasten the buttons on Harry’s pants before pulling them down. Harry kicked the garment in question away. In a second he gasped as he felt Draco’s fingers probing his entrance. Then the blonde slipped first one then another of his fingers inside the other. Unlike Harry, Draco had had more than his share of experience with other men, and knew just what to touch to drive his partner to the edge. Soon he had the other writhing and moaning under his touch.
“Is that good?” he asked “is that how Gryffindor boys like it?”
Too soon for Harry’s liking Draco withdrew his fingers. He wrapped his arms tightly around the darker haired boy for a moment before practically throwing him against the wall.
“Now I want you” he breathed, voice threatening once more. He began to rub his naked cock against Harry’s and kissing him violently. Harry moved against him instinctively, all thought lost to the pleasure he was feeling. Draco began to stroke them both, pushing Harry closer to release. A combination of the thrill of being with his main enemy and being hard for so long made him come soon after. Draco continued to stroke his now hyper-sensitive cock until he too climaxed, spilling hot cum in his own hand. Both fell in a tangled heap on the floor and laid completely still for a few moments, riding out the waves of pleasure. Draco was the first to get up. He calmly untangled himself from Harry and stepped back under the still running water of the shower as though this was an everyday thing for him. Harry watched through half closed eyes as the water gently caressed the beautiful from of his companion.
“This means nothing” Draco said flatly when he saw Harry still looking at him “and you tell no one, or I can promise it won’t happen again. Now get out.”
Harry quickly did as he was told, part of him thrilled with the possibility that the experience could be repeated. By the time he made it to bed it was almost sunrise. He still couldn’t help but wish Draco was in bed next to him, and that he could watch him sleep. It appeared that in this particular battle for dominance Draco had definitely won.