A Series of Dententions 4 - Beat Me

Thanks: Alisanne and Kit, for making this so much fun to do. And kisses to Melisande, she of the almighty Purple Pen of Doom.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did.

Harry poured the potion into the vial, capped it, and stuck it his robe pocket. He then pulled out another vial, this one with a different potion, one he'd made two days ago in class.

"I'll take it up, Ron," Harry offered, clearing his cauldron.

"Thanks, mate," Ron said, as he gathered his parchment and quills. "We still going over those Quidditch moves later?"

"Sure," Harry agreed, not bothering to tell Ron that he'd already gone over them, committing them to memory. He had other things to do today. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed up to Snape's desk.

Draco saw Harry walking towards the front of the class and caught his eye. Harry winked at him, and Draco smirked. It had been too long between...detentions. Almost two weeks. During that time, they continued to steal moments in classrooms and behind the Quidditch changing rooms, exchanging hot kisses and furious gropings. Quite frankly, Draco was a bit fed up with the sneaking around. He couldn't care less who knew that he and Harry were dating. His fellow Slytherins already knew that he had turned away from Voldemort, and, with his father rotting away in Azkaban, he could finally relax a bit, be himself instead of Mini-Lucius. The only thing he shared with his father, besides his looks, was his name. And that could be changed, too.

Draco sauntered up to the desk and made sure that he collided with Harry. The vial Harry was carrying shattered on the stone floor. Harry gave Draco a look of unmitigated fury.

"Dammit, Malfoy, look at what you did!" Harry yelled.

"Don't blame me, Potter. Why don't you open your other eye?" Draco drawled, smirk firmly in place.

"What?"

"Are you deaf, too? Merlin, Potter, you've got four eyes and can't see, and you're deaf? Some savior you are. You better hope that the Death Eater you face is as blind as you are."

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a threat, Malfoy?"

Draco answered with a cocked eyebrow of his own. "Maybe."

"Arrogant twat."

"Blind ponce."

"Ponce? You should talk. You could give the girls lessons in
sashaying hips."

"You been watching my ass, Potter?"

"Not much to watch, if you ask me."

"POTTER! MALFOY!" Professor Snape stormed over, having caught the last bit of the confrontation. "I have had enough of your petty histrionics in my class. Detention. The both of you. Now."

"But, Professor, Malfoy bumped into me, and made me drop my potion!" Harry wailed. Draco looked at him, a question on his face.

"Well, then he can help you brew a new one. You have two hours. I expect the potion on my desk then." Snape glanced over the boys' shoulders. Ron and Hermione stood not far away, shocked that, once again, Harry had been given detention. With Malfoy.

"Unless you'd like to join them, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, I'd suggest that you leave." He seemed to ponder something. "Ten points from Gryffindor."

"What? Why??" Ron spluttered.

"Because I felt like it," Snape purred.

Ron made to say something, but Hermione pulled him from the room. Once outside, she shushed him.

"Ron, don't you think that Harry seems to be going out of his way to get detention lately?" Hermione said quietly.

"What? No, it's that stupid git, Malfoy," Ron fumed.

"Exactly. Harry seems to only get detention when Malfoy's involved. And he never seems to argue about it like he used to. In fact," Hermione mused, "he doesn't argue with Malfoy at all anymore. Except in Potions class."

Ron turned this over in his mind, realization dawning in horror over his face. "Herm, you don't think that Harry...that Harry and Malfoy..."

"I don't know, Ron," Hermione said. "But I'm going to find out."

~

Inside the Potions room, Harry pulled the full vial out of his robes and handed it to Snape. Snape put it aside and studied the two boys, fingers steepled under his chin.

"Gentlemen," he began. "Don't you think your antics are becoming a bit obvious? You don't think your classmates are becoming curious?"

"Don't know, don't care," Draco said, sprawled in his chair.

"Well, you should, Mr. Malfoy. Unless you're ready to go public with your...relationship, I suggest you care a bit more."

"Well, but you won't say anything, will you?" Harry asked, worry etching his features.

"And if I do?" Snape countered, a sneer on his face.

"Oh, come on, Severus," Draco said, "you're just as guilty as we are."

"What?"

"Like you're not standing at the door, listening to us. Give you good wanking material, do we?" Draco smiled evilly.

"Draco, shut up!" Harry muttered. He turned to Snape. "He didn't mean that."

"Yes, I did," Draco retorted.

"Maybe I should just...end your detention for the day," Snape mused, looking up at the ceiling.

"NO!" both boys exclaimed.

"Then I think it would be prudent for you to give Mr. Malfoy something to do with his mouth, other than run it," Snape snarled.

"Don't worry," Harry said, dragging Draco to the familiar door at the end of the classroom. He waited for Snape to unlock the door, then all but shoved Draco inside. But Draco just couldn't resist one more barb.

"Sure you don't want to come watch, Severus?" he asked sweetly.

Harry groaned, sure that Snape would call the whole thing off. But he was shocked to see a smile cross Snape's face.

"Some other time, maybe," the Professor said, a predatory gleam in his eye. One aimed not at Draco, but Harry. Harry gulped. Snape looked like he was imagining how Harry would taste.

Harry had no idea whatsoever that that was exactly what Snape was thinking.

~


Once in the room, Harry spun Draco around, slamming him into the wall.

"What did you think you were doing out there?" Harry shouted.

Draco disentangled himself. "Oh, come on, Harry, did you see the look on his face?"

"Yeah, and I think that if we push him any harder, he's not going to help us see each other," Harry growled.

"Hmmm, you may have a point there." Draco glanced up at Harry, attempting to appear chagrined and failing badly. He grabbed the bottom of Harry's shirt and pulled it free of his trousers. Harry reciprocated, starting to undo the buttons of Draco's shirt. They peeled each other's shirts and cloaks free, and stepped closer, running hands and fingertips over torsos and backs. "I think you should punish me," Draco murmured, running his tongue over Harry's collarbone.

"Mmmm," Harry moaned, tilting his head slightly so as not to impede Draco's progress. "What do you mean?"

"You know, punish me. Spank me," Draco said, nibbling on an earlobe.

Harry moved his head, watching Draco. "You're not serious."

"Oh, but I am," Draco said, moving in again, sucking lightly on Harry's neck. "You know you want to."

"Dray," Harry began, but didn't finish, as Draco once again caught his lips in a deep, soul-sucking kiss.

"Harry, I mean it. I've dreamed about this, imagined it for so long. Me, shackled to the wall, blindfolded, and you standing behind me, paddle in hand," and here Draco moved a hand down to Harry's waistband, sliding a finger under it, barely grazing the tip of Harry's cock. He could feel Harry's legs trembling and moved in for the kill. He palmed Harry's cock while administering another kiss, knowing that Harry would soon capitulate. He always did when Draco had him like this.

"Harry, please, I want this. I want you to spank me, like I deserve. You know you want it. Just think of all the times I terrorized you and your friends over the years. Surely that calls for discipline. Come on," Draco cajoled, licking and nibbling Harry's neck, rubbing his cock maddeningly. Just one more thing, he thought. He unzipped Harry's pants and slid his hands into the front and back, one hand grasping Harry's weeping cock, the other squeezing his ass.

Harry was holding on as best he could until Draco employed a master stroke. He cried out, his lips bruising Draco's, mouth open, tongue drawing Draco's out to duel.

"Please, Harry? Please, baby?" Draco begged, caught up in his own game, as Harry reached for his cock, stroking it in that slow, sure way of his.

"Okay," Harry breathed. "I'll do it. But Dray," he said seriously, pulling back to look in Draco's eyes, "you have to tell me when it's enough. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Draco moaned, thrusting his hips forward to enjoy more of Harry's ministrations. "I trust you."

It was this statement that convinced Harry. "Okay," he repeated. He pulled back reluctantly and shed the rest of his clothes, Draco quickly following suit. They moved to the other side of the room, near the bed. Harry stared at the wall for a moment, then, with a wave of his hand, two long strips of leather descended form the ceiling, each with a furred loop at the end. He then transfigured a silk scarf into a leather blindfold. "You okay with this?" he asked Draco.

"I am more than okay with this," Draco replied, grinning. Yes! he thought. He's gonna do it! He stepped over to the bonds, and slipped his hands through. Harry fastened the straps, then placed the blindfold over Draco's eyes.

"You look like the Boy Wonder," Harry snorted.

"Boy what??" Draco asked.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Never mind." He checked the bindings and adjusted the mask. "Comfy?" he asked

"Yes." Draco paused. "We need a safe word."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"It's a word that both parties agree to, that if it gets to be too much, the sub, that would be me in this case, says the safe word, and you stop."

"Okay, so, what's the word?"

"How about," Draco looked over his shoulder, taking in the gorgeous body of his boyfriend and licking his lips, "Slytherin?"

"Works for me," Harry said with a smile. He walked over to the shelf on the adjoining wall and marveled at the way it provided them with what they needed, as if this was also a Room of Requirement. Which, Harry guessed, it was, in a way. He picked up a small leather paddle and a bottle of oil. Harry took them over and sat them down on a small table near the wall and uncorked the oil. The smell of cloves wafted through the room.

"That smells good," Draco commented. "Smells like sex. Hot, wet, sweaty sex."

Harry ran an appreciative hand over Draco's ass. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," Draco answered, his breathing becoming rapid.

"All right." Harry moved in front of Draco for one last kiss, running his hands over Draco's pale, perfect body. He stepped behind Draco and tied the blindfold. He picked up the paddle and rubbed it over Draco's cheeks. Draco responded with a moan and a wiggle. Harry touched Draco's shoulder. "Did I tell you that you could move?" he whispered into Draco's ear.

"Forgive me, Master," Draco replied, playing along. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Harry paused a moment as a wave of excitement and desire washed over him. At the word 'master', Harry realized just what they were doing. Draco had given him authority over his body, entrusting Harry not to let things get out of hand. With that thought, Harry tapped Draco's cheeks, one, then the other, lightly with the paddle. Then without warning, he slapped the leather against Draco.

"Ahhhh," Draco cried softly, the sting of the paddle catching him off guard. And yet, the pain wasn't what he'd thought it would be. It hurt, yes, but in a good way. Somewhere the line between pain and pleasure had become blurred. Draco discovered that he didn't really care.

"Dray? Okay?" Harry asked, worry in his voice.

"Oh, yes," Draco groaned. "Don't stop, please."

Harry responded by doing it again. And again. The redness of Draco's ass excited Harry. It occurred to him that he should reward Draco from time to time. After the next spank, Harry bent over and kissed the red spots softly. Draco sighed deeply. "That feels so good," he moaned.

Harry alternated slaps with kisses, caresses, and swipes of his tongue. He noticed the reddening of Draco's ass, and asked him if he'd had enough.

"No, don't you dare stop," Draco growled.

"If you're sure," Harry said hesitantly.

"I'm sure, love, don't worry. I never thought it would feel this good," he sighed, as Harry stroked the warm cheeks.

"Okay." Harry took the paddle once more, and switched tactics, lightly tapping back and forth, noticing how hard Draco had become. Draco's breathing had become ragged, and Harry didn't want him to come yet. His own aching cock was a constant reminder, and he needed to distract himself. And he'd discovered that he rather enjoyed spanking Draco. He dropped the paddle and kneaded Draco's ass, massaging gently.

"You know, Dray," Harry whispered, nibbling Draco's ear, "you have a bad habit of speaking before thinking. I think," he continued with a slap to Draco's red cheeks, "that you-" smack! "should be spanked-" smack! "more often." Smack! Harry went back to massaging Draco, kissing the side of his neck and raising a nice little bruise. Draco's moans were driving him crazy, his red ass calling to him. He knelt down, and parted the cheeks slightly.

"Harry? What's wrong? Are you...oh, sweet Merlin," he sobbed, as he felt Harry's tongue sweep over his opening. He'd wanted this for so long, but wasn't sure that Harry was ready for it. Well, Draco's lust-addled brain spoke, he's ready now. Gods, does he have any idea how much I love him?

Draco's eyes widened in shock even as Harry's tongue began to penetrate him with short jabs. Where did that come from? Draco thought. Oh, admit it, Malfoy, you're head over heels in love with Harry. You have been forever, his subconscious insisted. Now, what are you gonna do about it?

Enjoy it, Draco decided. I'll think about it later...gods, his tongue...that...that thing he's doing, where he curls it...ohhhhh...

Harry was encouraged by Draco's cries and moans as he focused all of his attention on his lover's sweet ass. He nibbled on the cheeks, fingers caressing, sliding towards the front of Draco. He considered taking off the blindfold, but not yet. He wanted to see Draco's eyes when he came. He turned back to the job at hand, sucking softly, tongue jabbing in and out. He looked up towards the restraints holding Draco, and with a muttered spell, the clasps loosened enough for Draco to slip his hands free. Harry gave his second to last command.

"Let go of the restraints, love, and take off your blindfold," Harry said, waiting for just the right moment.

Draco let go of the ropes and ripped the blindfold off. His chest rose and fell with his harsh breaths. He blinked a few times, willing his vision to adjust. Harry crawled around to the front of him, running his hands over Draco's thighs.

"Look at me, baby," Harry whispered, and as Draco looked down, Harry swallowed him to the root.

"Oh, gods," Draco screamed, thrusting his hips wildly, hands grabbing fistfuls of Harry's black hair.

Harry hollowed his cheeks, first sucking hard, then releasing, licking up the length with the flat of his tongue, dipping it into the slit, which wept copiously.

Gods, I love him, Harry thought. He's so beautiful, all I ever wanted. Mine, his heart said. But how do I tell him? his brain asked. With my mouth, and my hands, and my cock, his heart answered. His cock twitched in agreement, happy to be included.

Draco fucked Harry's mouth, amazed that he had hung on this long. But he didn't want to come. Not yet. Harry's mouth felt so good, so amazing...he didn't think he could last much longer.

And Harry knew it. He slid one finger into Draco, his other hand wrapped around the shaft. "Come for me, baby," he said, looking into his lover's eyes. He took Draco in once more, not breaking eye contact.

"Oh, gods, Harry," Draco screamed, as his cock pulsed once, twice, and he came in balls-bursting-life-taking glory, and watched as Harry swallowed it all.


As Severus Snape came into his own hand from his vantage point at the door.


As Blaise Zabini walked up behind him.


"Professor, what are you doing?" Blaise asked, grinning evilly.

~

Shite! Caught! Snape thought, stuffing himself hurriedly into his trousers, letting the folds of his robe cover the rest of him. He turned with a growl and settled his most menacing glaze on Blaise.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Zabini?" he whispered.

"McGonagall sent me down here to serve my detention with you, Professor," Blaise drawled. "Didn't she tell you?"

Snape searched his memory for any information to corroborate this, and came up short. "No," he snarled. "She said nothing of the sort."

"Really? My mistake," Blaise said with a smile.

"Mr. Zabini, you have exactly one minute to explain yourself, or I won't be responsible for what happens next."

"Well, you see Professor," Blaise began, "I noticed that whenever you assign detention to Draco, he seems to come back to the dungeons in a most...disheveled state...truthfully, he comes back reeking of sex and looking thoroughly shagged. And he's always in a good mood, which I'm sure you would say was an anomaly in itself. So I thought I'd come and find out just what was going on...in detention, as it were." He peered through the partially opened door. "Looks like my kind of detention," Blaise ended with a wink.

"Mr. Zabini," Snape started, then stopped. What was the use? With a deep sigh, he met Blaise's gaze. "What would it take to make you forget about...what you saw?"

"Let me in," Blaise stated eagerly.

"Absolutely not," Snape hissed.

"Oh come on, they won't even notice that I'm there."

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Well okay, they will, but maybe they'll let me play, too. I'm sure Draco won't mind me joining in. We have been together before, you know," Blaise confided.

Maybe before, Snape thought, but if what I think I'm seeing is true, he might mind quite a bit. Potter, too. One way to find out.

"Very well, Mr. Zabini. But if they disagree, you will leave. Immediately."

"Absolutely," Blaise said, easing his way into the room.

At least, if they do agree, I'll get to see that magnificent body of Zabini's, Snape mused.


He was soooo fucked.

~

Harry released Draco's softening cock and rose to his feet, kissing Draco deeply. He took Draco's hand and guided him to the bed. As Draco crawled onto it, Harry noticed the red welts that he'd raised.

"Dray, do you want me to heal those?" he asked.

"Oh, no," Draco said, shaking his head for emphasis. "I want to feel it," he said, capturing Harry's lips. "I want to remember it," he sighed into Harry's mouth. "Don't feel bad, Harry. I enjoyed every single moment of it."

Harry looked into Draco's silver eyes. "You're twisted, Malfoy," he said with a grin.

"That I am," Draco agreed, grinning back. "So, what would you like, Mr. Potter? How can I be of service?" he said, licking and nibbling at Harry's neck.

"Well, since you're a little sore, I can't very well ask you to let me pound you into the mattress as I planned, so..." Harry lay back on the bed, maneuvering Draco above him. "I thought you might like to go for a ride."

"Mmmm, that sounds good," Draco breathed, leaning over. He grabbed the clove-scented oil from the bedside table and handed it to Harry.

Harry poured some onto his fingers, then reached under Draco to slowly circle his opening. Draco squirmed against Harry's fingers impatiently.

"Don't tease, Harry, I want to feel it," he moaned.

Harry complied by inserting a finger, moving it in and out, then adding another. He scissored them, stretching Draco's passage, then hooked them to brush Draco's sweet spot.

"Yesss," Draco moaned, impaling himself on Harry's fingers. He grabbed the oil from Harry and dribbled it over Harry's erection. He grasped Harry's cock, smoothing the oil over it, and raised himself slightly. As Harry removed his fingers, Draco slid smoothly onto Harry's cock, embedding that sweet hardness inside himself. "Gods, yes," Draco sighed, and began to move. He slid slowly up and down the length, gyrating his hips to feel it even more.

Harry pulled himself up to a sitting position, and, with one hand on Draco's hip, the other at the nape of his neck, he thrust himself into Draco's clenching heat. Draco cried out at the deeper invasion and held on tightly.

"Let's ride," Harry whispered, angling his thrusts to hit Draco's prostate with each one. He began to pant into Draco's ear, and Draco realized that there were words mixed in with the harsh breaths. "I'm gonna make you come apart, without even touching you," Harry whispered. "I dream of you every night...dream about this, being inside you, fucking you hard, making you moan..." Harry placed soft kisses on Draco's lips, open-mouthed, wet, hot, "...you're so fucking hot, riding my cock, moaning...you wanna come?"

"Merlin, yes," Draco groaned, so close now, so close...

Harry sped up his thrusts, pounding into Draco. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't remember your name, only mine...Harry...Harry...Harry..."

"Oh, gods, Harry!" Draco screamed, and came as though his life depended on it, arching back, spilling his seed over both of them, and with one final thrust, Harry followed, emptying himself into his lover, shaking and moaning, holding on tight. As they came down, Draco kissed Harry, winding his fingers into Harry's hair.


And Blaise saw it all.


He pushed himself off the wall, where he'd quite literally stumbled, totally captivated by the scene in front of him.

"I have never seen anything hotter than that in my life," he said, startling the two young men on the bed. "I thought I was gonna come screaming Harry's name, too."

"Blaise, what the fuck are you doing in here?" Draco asked, irritated at having his bliss disturbed.

"Well, you see, I convinced Professor Snape that you two would let me join in, " Blaise said, coming closer to the bed. "He was wanking while watching," he whispered. He came to a stop at the foot of the bed. "I think we could give him something to really get off to, don't you?"

Harry's embarrassment and Draco's irritation lifted somewhat. They looked at each other.

"What do you think?" Draco asked.

"I think that Snape gets all of his jack off material from watching us. Let's give him something to dream on, shall we?" Harry suggested with a smirk.

Draco was gob-smacked. Harry wasn't shy in bed, but he didn't think that he'd agree to a threesome just like that. Oh, the possibilities, Draco thought. Out loud he said, "Harry, that smirk looked decidedly Slytherin-ish."

"What can I say? The Sorting Hat did want to put me there," Harry reminded Draco.

"True." They both turned to look at Blaise. "Well, why are you still dressed, Zabini? Strip," Draco ordered. He and Harry pulled apart, Harry muttering a cleaning spell over them and the bed. The boys watched as Blaise removed his clothes. Just then, Snape's voice wafted over from the door.

"Gentlemen, you now have thirty minutes remaining. Use them well."

Harry, Draco and Blaise did a double-take. "Did he just give us extra time?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"He did," Draco said wonderingly. "Hurry up, Blaise!"

"I am!" Blaise retorted, sliding his boxers over his hips. He stood for a moment to let the other two drink him in.

Blaise, with his dark brown hair and eyes, could have been a younger, better-looking Severus Snape. Not that Snape was bad-looking, Harry thought. Blaise's body was bulkier that his or Draco's, with broad shoulders and well-defined pecs. His torso was lean, with a nice six-pack, earned from hours of crunches in the Slytherin common room. Long, muscular legs completed the package. He was a vision. Between Blaise and Draco, they had systematically worked their way through Slytherin house, and most of Ravenclaw. No good-looking male had been overlooked in their pursuit of carnal pleasure.

Although, once Draco had succeeded in capturing Harry, such pursuits became...tedious, at best. For a time, Blaise was the only person other than Harry that Draco allowed to have him.

Blaise climbed onto the bed, situating himself between Harry and Draco. He waited expectantly.

"Since we don't have much time," Draco said, lowering his mouth to Blaise. His kisses were hot, but not like Harry's, Draco realized. Still, there was no doubt that Blaise was a treat worth having. He broke the kiss, and beckoned Harry closer. "You should taste him," Draco purred.

Harry kissed Blaise slowly, mapping out his mouth, tasting the spicy flavor of the dark haired Slytherin. For a moment, Harry regretted not being placed in Slytherin. "Yum," he said, licking his lips. He smiled at Blaise, who was breathing quickly. At a look from Draco, Harry bent to one side of Blaise's neck, Draco to the other. There, they began a simultaneous assault upon one Blaise Zabini.

They kissed, licked and nibbled at Blaise's neck and along his jaw line, trading places as one, then the other, stole kisses from Blaise's swollen lips. Blaise arched in pleasure as the two men each took a nipple between his lips, sucking, biting, and soothing the nubs, bringing them to hardened peaks. Two hands caressed Blaise's torso and hips, moving as one. Blaise writhed on the bed, the sensations driving him insane with need. Harry and Draco kissed their way to Blaise's weeping cock, and, with feather soft movements of tongue, slid up and down on either side, moving down to his balls, nibbling the wrinkled sacs, and working their way back to the tip. There, their tongues met, dueling with each other over the head of Blaise's cock.

"Oh, Merlin!" Blaise groaned, as first Harry, then Draco attacked him with alternating sucks, trading back and forth, one sucking deeply, the other tonguing Blaise's heavy sac and perineum. A glance from Harry, and they each pushed a finger into Blaise's mouth, Blaise obliging by sucking them deeply, then crying out as those fingers entered him together, moving in sync, two hands sliding over his torso, playing with his sensitive nipples. "Gods, that feels...don't stop, please!" he cried. As the fingers inside him brushed his prostate, Blaise came with a scream, Draco taking the first pulse, Harry taking the rest, and nary a drop was spilled. They cleaned Blaise's cock, releasing the flesh as it softened. Harry and Draco shared a deep kiss, then they each kissed Blaise, sharing the taste of him mingled with their own. Harry and Draco collapsed in a heap over Blaise's rapidly rising and falling chest.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," Blaise panted.

"It was," Draco agreed.

"We definitely have to do this again," Harry said. He and Draco shared a look. Definitely, they both thought.

~

Snape thought he would die where he stood, watching the show in front of him. Zabini had a body to die for, and Potter and Malfoy were absolutely sinful to watch. He performed yet another cleaning spell on himself, having come a second time. I've got to get in that room, he vowed.


Gods, was he ever fucked.

And Gods willing, he would be.

~fin~