who is phantom?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,567
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
who is phantom?
Disclaimer: not mine, just borrowing
A/N: I was shit-faced bored at midnight when I wrote this. This is what happens when I get bored, overtired and see too much shit-hot fan-art
And so we begin
Chapter one?
It had been three years now, since Harry had killed the dark-lord and disappeared. Three years since he had left his beloved Ginny and vanished into the wizarding underworld. And three years since he had kissed a girl.
Yes. The great Harry Potter was gay. He was also a bit of a whore. And, since tonight was the night that he had finally killed that bastard three years ago, he was out clubbing, as was his tradition.
To say that Harry looked sexy as hell would have been a dramatic understatement. His hair was longer then it had been, and he had a long side swept fringe that covered one eye…and his scar. He had lost the glasses, and wore dark green eyeliner that made his emerald eyes seem even brighter, and his skin was very pale, as he didn’t often go out in daylight, making his skin contrast sharply with Ravin hair and red lips.
He wore a loose white, shirt left open at the front, but tucked into a pair of tight black pants that hung so low on his hips they were about to show off his pubic hair. Displayed on his chest was a tattoo of a Peruvian viper tooth dragon, and he had one ear pierced with a dragon tooth hanging from it.
At that moment he was dancing with a twenty-something year old blonde with a nice arse. Well, perhaps dancing was not the word. Grinding would probably have been more appropriate. Or for the blonde even dry humping would have hit the mark. Harry was much too tasteful to ‘dry hump’.
Then Harry was swept into the arms of another for a slower song, this person was wearing a black mask, which covered the top half of his face and gave him a mysterious, sexy look. Harry decided to make it his mission for the night to get him out of the mask, and, if his face was as hot as his body, into bed. Or the floor would do. Or against a wall…in the shower…on his couch…
Or all four.
“I’m viper,” he whispered seductively into the masked strangers ear. Said stranger smiled and leaned down, for he was taller then Harry by several inches, and whispered-
“I’m phantom”
Harry smiled, so it would be like this, would it? Then again, no one ever gave their real name at this club. Except Harry, sort of, He was viper to everyone he knew now. Or ‘that hot emo-guy’. It depended if he had actually spoken to them or not, but everyone knew him. He was rich, sexy as hell, and powerful, both magically and physically.
He had several times run to the protection of young men and women from would be rapists and thieves, and he hardly ever used magic, preferring to just beat the crap out of his adversaries using his formidable skills with martial arts. He had killed several times since Voldemort. Once to save his own life, once to save his flat mate Kitty’s, and once because he underestimated how strong his magic was, hence not using it very often.
He spent the next several hours dancing with ‘phantom’ who also had black hair, although his flowed unrestrained to mid-back, he wore a tight black tank top, which looked as though it were painted onto a muscular chest and abs, and black leather pants that hugged his arse just so.
“My place or yours?” Harry asked after a few more minutes.
‘Phantom’ smirked, and pulling Harry flush against his chest, kissed him, sliding his tongue over Harry’s lower lip in a passionate, yet demanding way. Harry parted his lips, allowing the masked stranger entrance, and was instantly caught up in the most erotic kiss of his life, and he had kissed lot.
The stranger pulled away and whispered one word.
“Mine”
A/N: what do you think? Can you guess who ‘phantom’ is? It is a real character peoples…
Anywho, review for me?
A/N: I was shit-faced bored at midnight when I wrote this. This is what happens when I get bored, overtired and see too much shit-hot fan-art
And so we begin
Chapter one?
It had been three years now, since Harry had killed the dark-lord and disappeared. Three years since he had left his beloved Ginny and vanished into the wizarding underworld. And three years since he had kissed a girl.
Yes. The great Harry Potter was gay. He was also a bit of a whore. And, since tonight was the night that he had finally killed that bastard three years ago, he was out clubbing, as was his tradition.
To say that Harry looked sexy as hell would have been a dramatic understatement. His hair was longer then it had been, and he had a long side swept fringe that covered one eye…and his scar. He had lost the glasses, and wore dark green eyeliner that made his emerald eyes seem even brighter, and his skin was very pale, as he didn’t often go out in daylight, making his skin contrast sharply with Ravin hair and red lips.
He wore a loose white, shirt left open at the front, but tucked into a pair of tight black pants that hung so low on his hips they were about to show off his pubic hair. Displayed on his chest was a tattoo of a Peruvian viper tooth dragon, and he had one ear pierced with a dragon tooth hanging from it.
At that moment he was dancing with a twenty-something year old blonde with a nice arse. Well, perhaps dancing was not the word. Grinding would probably have been more appropriate. Or for the blonde even dry humping would have hit the mark. Harry was much too tasteful to ‘dry hump’.
Then Harry was swept into the arms of another for a slower song, this person was wearing a black mask, which covered the top half of his face and gave him a mysterious, sexy look. Harry decided to make it his mission for the night to get him out of the mask, and, if his face was as hot as his body, into bed. Or the floor would do. Or against a wall…in the shower…on his couch…
Or all four.
“I’m viper,” he whispered seductively into the masked strangers ear. Said stranger smiled and leaned down, for he was taller then Harry by several inches, and whispered-
“I’m phantom”
Harry smiled, so it would be like this, would it? Then again, no one ever gave their real name at this club. Except Harry, sort of, He was viper to everyone he knew now. Or ‘that hot emo-guy’. It depended if he had actually spoken to them or not, but everyone knew him. He was rich, sexy as hell, and powerful, both magically and physically.
He had several times run to the protection of young men and women from would be rapists and thieves, and he hardly ever used magic, preferring to just beat the crap out of his adversaries using his formidable skills with martial arts. He had killed several times since Voldemort. Once to save his own life, once to save his flat mate Kitty’s, and once because he underestimated how strong his magic was, hence not using it very often.
He spent the next several hours dancing with ‘phantom’ who also had black hair, although his flowed unrestrained to mid-back, he wore a tight black tank top, which looked as though it were painted onto a muscular chest and abs, and black leather pants that hugged his arse just so.
“My place or yours?” Harry asked after a few more minutes.
‘Phantom’ smirked, and pulling Harry flush against his chest, kissed him, sliding his tongue over Harry’s lower lip in a passionate, yet demanding way. Harry parted his lips, allowing the masked stranger entrance, and was instantly caught up in the most erotic kiss of his life, and he had kissed lot.
The stranger pulled away and whispered one word.
“Mine”
A/N: what do you think? Can you guess who ‘phantom’ is? It is a real character peoples…
Anywho, review for me?