Up Against The Wall: Trance

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. That really nice Scottish woman does.

A/N: This is another of those little challenges that my little circle of miscreants...er, fellow writers came up with. Okay, fine, it was my idea, but hey, they said okay! Actually, this one came to me while listening to "Zion" by Fluke, from The Matrix: Reloaded soundtrack. It's the music playing during the Zion scene. Just pretend Neo and Trinity weren't having sex. I highly recommend this soundtrack, if you like techno-electronica-trance music. Thanks to the usual suspects: Alisanne, knightmare, Melisande (beta supreme!!) and Kit, when she decides to get off her duff and join us! Hugs and kisses!



Had the room not been heavily warded, people would have thought that they were under attack. Loud, pulsing music thumped from the speakers in the corner of the candlelit room. A large four poster bed, covers still pulled up, awaited action.

Harry and Draco ground into each other, lost in the music and each other. Draco turned, placing his arse against Harry’s crotch, not missing a step. Arms wound around him, one hand against his chest, the other at his waist, fingers splayed. Draco moved his own hands to the backs of Harry’s thighs, gripping tightly.

Harry tilted Draco’s head back, claiming his lips in a fiery kiss. He slid the hand at the blond’s waist over the hardness below, and stroked in time to the beat. Draco pressed against the hand, moaning.

“Yessss….” Draco sighed.

“Want you, Draco….need to fuck you,” Harry moaned into the blond’s mouth.

“Do it. Fuck me. Hard,” he gasped.

Harry glanced around. The bed looked inviting, but the wall was closer. Harry turned Draco around and guided him to the smooth stone. He rubbed his cock against the Slytherin, kissing him deeply, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Draco reciprocated, and two silk shirts went flying. Shoes were kicked off. Harry unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them out of the way. He afforded Draco’s the same treatment. Harry moved down slowly, kissing the blond’s neck, marking him, teasing nipples between his lips and teeth, enjoying the sounds
coming from his lover. Falling to his knees, he wasted no time, and sucked Draco’s weeping cock to the root.

“Oh, gods!” Draco cried out. He thrust himself into the Gryffidor’s hot mouth, grabbing the raven locks below him.

Harry loved the taste of Draco, couldn’t get enough. He sucked and licked, not caring to be neat or precise, just thorough. He slid the pale length in and out, kissing along the underside, pausing long enough to mouth the sac beneath. He uttered a lubricating spell, and slid a slick finger into the blond’s opening.

“Oh, yes, more, please,” Draco begged, spreading his legs to offer Harry easier access. Harry obliged by inserting another finger, then a third, sliding them slowly in and out, waiting until he could feel Draco’s body begin to tense; then, he pressed against Draco’s prostate and swallowed him again, humming.

“Oh, fuck,” Draco screamed, pouring his offering down Harry’s throat. Harry moaned, sucking and swallowing, not wanting to let go. When Draco’s cries of pleasure changed to discomfort, Harry released his lover’s softening cock, and stood to share the taste with him.

“You taste so good, babe,” Harry whispered, sucking Draco’s tongue into his mouth. “Love the way you taste.”

“Harry, please,” Draco panted, fingers carding the soft, unruly locks. “Please…need you inside me…..”

Harry moved his hands to Draco’s arse. “Jump up,” he instructed. Draco did, wrapping his legs around his lover’s waist. Harry spread his legs to accommodate the position. He lined himself up, and entered with one slow slide. “So hot,” he groaned. “So…Merlin, so hot.” He thrust
into Draco slowly, deeply, this angle causing Draco’s passage to grip him almost unbearably tight.

“Harder, love….more,” Draco cried out, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck tightly and moving on the cock inside of him, riding it like a hobby horse. He could feel the Gryffindor’s legs begin to shake, and thought that he was close. But Harry stopped.

“Wha…Harry?” Draco asked.

“Sorry, my legs are cramping a bit. Hold on.” Harry walked them over to the bed and laid his precious cargo down gently.

“Can’t be the ‘Golden Boy’ all the time,” Draco smirked.

“True. But I can make you see stars.” With that, Harry began again, pistoning his hips, driving himself into that clenching heat. Between the primal beat of the music, his lover’s moans and his own need, Harry found that he wasn’t as close as he thought. Catching a second wind,
he wanted to finish the way he started. He pulled himself up to his knees, bringing Draco with him. Settling the blond in his lap, he kissed him wetly, open-mouthed and moaning. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”


“Oh, yeah,” Draco said breathlessly, sliding down to meet each thrust, grinding his hips to get more, to feel more. “Feels so good,” he whimpered, as Harry’s cock brushed his prostate over and over. His own untouched cock lay trapped between them, rubbing deliciously against
Harry’s stomach. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, screaming when his lover slammed into him a final time, filling him with warm wetness. Draco was not prepared, however, when Harry managed to curl in on himself and suck the tip of his cock into his mouth.

“Harry, how….oh, fuck! Fuck!” the Slytherin yelled, exploding into the Gryffindor’s mouth, shuddering with each pulse. He collapsed into Harry’s arms, breathless and sated.

Harry lowered them to the mattress, kissing Draco on the way down. With a wave, the candles were extinguished, the music played softly and the duvet moved to cover them. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” Draco answered, falling into a peaceful sleep.