Dark Fantasies

Title: Dark Fantasies
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, light bondage, mild coercion.
Summary: Draco has a desire, one that has become almost an obsession. Malfoy's always get what they want, even if they have to take it.
Beta: the incomparable essayel
Notes: Written for the hp_rimming Coercion Challenge. I really wanted to get something in. Not sure if it's coercive enough, but I gave it a go, and it was written fairly quickly. Written 11/30/04 in a little over an hour. 1,418 words.

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Harry came to slowly, head muzzy and vision blurry. It took him a moment to realize he had no idea where he was and a second longer to realize he was tied to a bed. He was on his knees with his legs were tied with scarves to the bedposts leaving him spread and open, and he was naked from the waist down. His arms were stretched in front of him and tied to what appeared to be a ring by a school tie. He was close enough to see that the loop of them around his wrists was Slytherin green, and he froze in fear.

"Who's there?" he asked, voice low and harsh as he tried to control his fear.

"Oh, I think you know Potter. I think you knew from the moment you woke," replied an unexpectedly familiar voice.

"Malfoy?" Harry gasped in surprise.

A dark chuckle preceded the response. "You were expecting someone else? The Weasel perhaps?"

Harry could hear the smirk in the other boy's voice and it filled him with anger. Leave it to Malfoy to pull a trick as sick and twisted as this, he thought. "What do you want?" he spat, fear momentarily forgotten.

"If you don't know by the state you're in, say it will be glaringly apparent in a moment." Sarcasm riddled the disembodied voice of his enemy, and something else Harry was afraid to name despite being fairly certain he knew what it was. "Have you any idea how long I've wanted to see you this way? How utterly gorgeous you look, legs spread and open for me?"

Harry shivered at the lush sound of arousal in that voice, and despite himself felt warmth move through his body. No one had ever sounded like that when they spoke of him before and something in him couldn't help but respond to it. He heard the rustle of clothing and tensed again as he realized just what Malfoy had planned.

"I didn't think rape was your thing Malfoy. Thought that was more your father's style but I suppose you want to be like him in everything. This is what, preparation for becoming a Death Eater?" Harry couldn't figure out why he kept talking, why he was taunting the other boy when he was clearly in no position to defend himself. Stupid Gryffindor bravery, he thought in disgust.

"Lumos."

Malfoy stepped closer to Harry's prone form and walked slowly around the narrow bed. Harry could tell the blonde was completely nude, and closed his eyes against the expanse of bare, milky flesh suddenly within his view.

"Oh, do look your fill Potter. I want you to know who will be tasting you, fucking you. You will enjoy this, I promise you." He slid his fingertips along Harry's spine as he walked, down over a taut cheek and behind his knee, down to his toes as he positioned himself behind Harry.

He slid his hands up the inside of Harry's thighs as he got on the bed, his voice husky with desire murmuring "Merlin, you're so hot like this," as he settled himself on his knees between Harry's legs.

Warm breath filtered over Harry's exposed arse and he tensed and tried to pull himself away from the air that ghosted over his body. Malfoy chuckled.

"You may as well relax Harry," he said, emphasizing the name he'd not been granted permission to use. "You can't get away."

Harry felt something warm and liquid drop into the small of his back and slide down the crease of his arse, only to be stopped by a finger that smoothed the substance over his wrinkled pucker. The scent of chocolate hit his nose and he stifled a groan when he realized what the stuff was. Despite himself, this was unbearably erotic, and somehow, the fact that it was Malfoy only heightened the illicit pleasure.

The finger taunted and teased, circling his opening softly, then with more pressure, until Harry's hips moved back into the touch of their own volition.

"Like that do you? You'll like this even better."

That was all the warning he got before a warm wet tongue snaked out to lick at the chocolate coating his skin, beginning at the hollow of his back and working it's way slowly into the crease of his arse with shallow teasing swipes. He told himself he wouldn't enjoy this, he wouldn't give Malfoy the pleasure of a response, and was shocked to hear a tiny moan emit from his throat.

Malfoy took that for encouragement and licked harder, tongue swiping away chocolate and laving sensitive skin until it reached the center of Harry's body, prodding lightly at the entrance, then ever more firmly and insistently, until the very tip of it slid past the tight ring of muscle guarding the inside of his body.

"Fuck you taste good," moaned Malfoy into Harry's skin, his teeth biting gently on a cheek as his hands pressed them farther apart. "Like sunshine and cinnamon," he continued before he attacked the little hole once more, thrusting and stabbing into it, desperate to taste more of Harry, to make him squirm.

Harry couldn't help it, he thrust backwards, body craving more pressure, more friction, more of whatever Malfoy wanted to give him. He groaned when a hand slipped lower on his arse, a thumb working its way into Harry alongside the tongue.

"Oh gods…that's…oh!" Harry's moans fanned the heat of Draco's desire and he bit at the rim before pulling away his thumb and sucking the flesh into his mouth, tongue laving away all trace of the sweet before dipping back inside. Harry was moaning constantly now, his hips rocking back into Draco's face and tongue, his cock hard and beginning to leak, his body filled with heat and his eyes closed tight in desire.

"Please," he whimpered, "please…more."

The sound of Harry's voice was Draco's undoing, and he dipped his hand in the pot of melted chocolate he had on a low table by the bed and slowly slid two fingers inside Harry's body. The heat was indescribable, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into it, but he'd told Potter he would enjoy this, and he meant it. He stroked his fingers in and out, slowly stretching the other boy, then added another finger and moving them in slow circles, the tip of one finger brushing over Harry's prostate and causing the muscle to clamp down on his fingers.

"Fuck…you're so goddamned tight. I can't wait," he said and he slid his fingers out, exulting in the sound of loss that escaped Harry's throat as he slicked his cock with more of the dark sweet. He slid himself slowly inside Harry's arse, the heat of him overwhelming, hands sliding down sides slick with a fine coat of sweat, the mewling sounds coming from Harry addictive as he pushed balls deep into the arse he'd been dreaming of plundering for weeks now.

He waited barely a moment before he pulled out and slammed back in, rocking the body of the boy he was fucking and grabbing his hips to steady him as he repeated the action.

"Fuck…so good…so fucking good," he panted as he thrust. "Such a sweet arse…gonna fuck you through the mattress…gods…so fucking good."

His thrusts came harder and faster and Harry pushed back to meet every one, his orgasm beginning the coil through his body and pool in his cock. The shaft thickened and fluid leaked copiously from it, running down the hot column of flesh and making it slick to the touch. Harry gasped as Draco's fingers curled around him, stroking hard and brutal in time with the vicious thrusts in his arse, and he came with a silent cry, his body clenching, the muscles sucking Draco in deeper.

Draco managed a few more thrusts into the orgasm limp body beneath him, his breath ragged and harsh before he came, flooding Harry's insides with pulse after pulse of come. He collapsed on top of Harry for a moment before he pulled out gently and murmured the charms to loosen Harry's bindings and handed Harry's glasses to him from the tiny table.

He wrapped his arms around his lover and sighed. "Was that what you wanted love?"

Harry snuggled into the enfolding arms and sighed in pleasure and contentment. "It was perfect. Better than my fantasy."

Draco dropped a kiss on Harry's sweaty shoulder and smiled. "Good. Next time, we do one of mine."