Ghost in my Bed

He watched silently in the shadows during the day and took his fill of his obsession at night. It had always been that way for the Bloody Baron. As a human he had had whomever he wished to bring to his bed at night and he never took no for an answer to his advances.

When Harry Potter had been placed in his old rooms for protection, the Baron had acted on the loyalty everyone supposed he had for Hogwarts and who ever resided in the castle at the time. No one ever suspected that the reason his ghost was attached to the castle was because he had been murdered here. Of course, no one knew because when he had died no one cared to drag up all the murders that had been shoved under the rug and forgotten that revolved around him.

The Baron opened the door leading to the old bedroom he had died in and let his gaze soak up the pretty picture Harry Potter made lying in the very bed the Baron had died in covered only partially by sheets. So long had he been haunting these rooms and so wrapped in his own magic they were, that he could physically manifest himself though he still could remain unknown seen to human eyes.

The boy stirred as he glided over and jerked the coverlet away from the bed. He grinned dementedly as the boy rolled over and curled up his naked form to try and shield himself from the chill his presence emanated.

The Baron knew with no doubt that Harry was aware of him and allowed him to do as he pleased. He crawled across the bed without causing an indention and roughly pulled the boy back onto his back.

Harry gasped but kept his eyes shut giving the pretense of sleep though they both knew it was all a game by now and only chose not to acknowledge it.

The Baron had never been known for his caring nature or even a mild scathing nature. He had been right violent when he was alive and centuries had not quelled his temperament.

He pushed Harry's taught thighs apart without any protest and shoved the boys arms up where they grabbed the headboard. He stood back to take pleasure in the site of the obscenely whorish visage presenting itself to him.

Legs spread to wide for comfort and feet planted on bed, spine arched whipcord tight, hips thrusting the tiniest bit, half hard erection, hands holding on in a death grip, and the eyes still shut tightly. The Baron had really found a prize in this one. Submission, but still with a teasing quality that knew when to give and take, demand and beg.

Not denying the needy prize on his bed, the Baron hardly had to focus on being solid with how baldy the feeling of want took him over. He wanted to explore this body and leave nothing unmarked by his presence.

Obviously Harry had been having fun without him. The Baron grinned as he fingered the boys already loosened opening. He could just imagine his prize fingering himself, stretching himself, wanting the Baron there to take part. He stroked Harry to hardness and gathering a little oil left from the boys earlier activities on three fingers, plunged them into that sweet ass.

He wiggled his fingers and pushed against the muscles, grinning as the boy moaned in the back of his throat and began to hump against his hand trying to get more of what he need. The Baron was delighted. His prize all willing and ready for him.

He pulled his fingers out and started stroking himself as he listened to the begging from his prize that came in the form of moans, whispers, and almost silent pleas. Not bothering with any more lubricant he rubbed the head of his cock teasingly down the crack of Harry's ass. His grin turned to a smile and he giggled in the way reserved for only the evil as he watched Harry almost desperately try to get fucked.

The Baron stopped his teasing and reached down to grab hard at firm ass cheeks, most likely leaving bruises from his will that his prize absolutely feel his presence completely. Immediately thoughts came of how as a ghost he wanted the living to feel his presence physically. Those feelings brought anger.

He roughly pulled those pert cheeks apart and faintly registered a faintly pained sound and being stretched to far. The Baron was clouded by his anger and didn't really care about hurting his prize at the moment. A little violence always made things more pleasurable.

He shoved his engorged cock into Harry's ass all at once taking pleasure at the strangled moan and how almost immediately legs were jerked over his shoulders and the body below him almost folded in two to get more of him. His boy, his prize was such a cock hungry little whore for him.

The Baron had never been one for the niceties that had to be taken to make a virgin come back for more willingly. Though sometimes a little unwillingness was fun, mostly he liked to deal with the willing. He wanted them loose and relaxed enough that he could ride them hard and not worry about tears and bitching.

He was a man to admit that he liked his whores. Just knowing how his prizes always liked taking it. Like the street whore in a muggle town somewhere who liked it when he caught her by surprise, shoved her against the nearest available hard object and shoved his cock where ever he wanted. Or the vampire he had met who liked for the Baron to make him bleed while they fucked.

Not a one of them could compare to this prize though. The Baron even enjoyed being invisible for this one. Seeing how his prizes tight ass was stretched open but not being able to see his own dick fucking the boy had caused such giggles once that he had to stop the mind blowing sex to get over them.

He flinched back into the present when his prize, who probably knew the Baron hadn't been paying much attention, clenched his ass around his dick as hard as he could. It was hard to stay in the present sometimes when there was so much past. It didn't stop him from being horny as fuck though and he picked up the pace a little to pay back the little bastard for pulling a stunt like that on him.

He put a little more force than he should have into fucking the boy. Harry's body sliding along the bed from the force behind the thrust and the bruises formed on thighs from being held to tightly. The Baron smiled sickeningly down at those hiding eyes. Harry was awake but didn't want it to be acknowledge that he was doing something so dirty. How sweet.

The Baron decided he'd had enough of this position and wanted to draw tonight out a little longer. He manhandled the willing body . Dropping them both to the floor he leaned against the bed and pulled the boys back against his chest. This way to boy could open his eyes and not see anything even though he was getting fucked out of his mind.

He spread the boys legs with his own knees in between forcing them apart and lifted the boy a little and lining his dick up before dropping the boy into his lap. He didn't hear the resulting moan so much as feel it vibrating through the prizes whole body.

He thrust upwards slightly but only just enough to make the boy realize he was going to have to work for it now. Hands grasped at the Baron's knees before he lost the ability to think. Throwing his head back as his cock was ridden hard. Looking down he concentrated just the little bit needed so that he appeared in his ghost like state so he could watch.

His boy was leaning forward a bit with his head hanging down riding dick hard. Pulling himself almost completely away before taking his whole length again quickly and then repeating. The Baron grabbed slim hips and helped the process pushing and pulling at his own desires to get more of the feeling he desired.

He could feel the tight ass wrapped around his throbbing cock, squeezing tightly every time the boy pulled away and opening up and taking him to the hilt every time the pushed back together. The Baron could feel it all building up and he'd be damned if he had a orgasm before his prize. He fucked a little harder and began to run his ghostly could hand over any flesh he could reach.

He felt goose bumps on arms, scratching blunt finger nails over shoulders. He tugged harshly at already hard nipples and bit down hard enough to draw blood on the back of his prizes neck.

The boy came all at once screaming hoarsely. Coming even as he kept up the pace with the Baron. The Baron loved how he didn't even have to touch his boys cock to have him screaming in abandonment and how he knew that his prize would come again with him in a moment.

He growled pushing the boy forward onto hands and knees and began fucking him in the wild way he always did the closer he came to completion. He felt that strain tugging at his stomach. The feeling of knowing that something really good was coming. He just had to make it get there, make it hurry up and happen.

The Baron came with one strong thrust, burying himself balls deep in the boys ass, shooting his cold cum into his prize. He let the haze were off just enough to notice that the boy had fallen to the floor quivering under the strain on a second orgasm so soon.

He liked how the boy couldn't help but cum whenever someone took pleasure in him. How when the boy felt someone else's release inside him he lost all his senses.

After a few minutes of rest he cleaned himself off as much as a ghost could after separating himself from the boy and searched around the room for a few minutes. He smiled rather fondly at the box he found under the bed that held the toys he knew where the boy's dirty secret. Pulling a medium size muggle butt plug from the box he walked back over to Harry and began the process of dragging the boy back into the bed.

He laid him on his stomach for better access. The boy really was asleep now tired out from their fucking. He slide the toy into Harry's ass . He was probably only one that knew that his boy liked to wake up with plenty of evidence inside and out that he had been fucked raw the night before. Turned him on it did.

He didn't even get angry when he went to leave and heard the boy whisper breathily the same thing he did every night when the Baron left.

"Salazar." Floated loftily across the room to his ears. Even with a grimace, the ghost of Salazar Slytherin couldn't be happier knowing that this prize would be waiting for him in the morning and every night afterwards.