The Unbearable Trauma of Screaming

A sequel to "The Incredible Lightness of Screaming". You don't have to have read it or "Powerplay" for this to make sense, but it'll help, as they're all interlinked. And no, we haven't abandoned "All That You leave Behind", but our brains are frazzled after writing all that angst and smut so we decided to play! Enjoy!


"Dray, you sure your dad isn't here?"

Draco sighed disgustedly, and turned and grabbed Harry's cheeks before saying, "For. The. Last. Time. Potter. It's Draco?! And yes, I'm sure Father is out. He said he was going to meet a "friend"."

The other boy smiled a knowing smile and replied, "Okay, Draco. Don't get your pretty little knickers in a twist before I get them off you. You're my bitch tonight, Rich Boy. I'm going to make you scream!"

Draco blushed profusely and said haughtily, "I did not scream! Malfoy's don't scream!"

Harry just smirked and commented, "Whatever you say, Draco!"

The paler wizard scowled and led the way down the corridor, stopping before an ornately carved door whilst he waved his wand to take down the wards. Harry waited patiently, and when the door was opened, he grabbed the blond, who shrieked loudly, pulled him inside and slammed the door shut. He pressed him against it and was about to ravage his mouth when he was distracted by the room they were standing in.

"This is your room?" the Gryffindor said, trying not to laugh.

Draco frowned. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Harry snickered, "nothing at all." He glanced about at the canopied and curtained bed, the matching bedcover, the pile of silk covered pillows that adorned the head of the bed, including the large, green stuffed dragon that was perched in the midst. He smiled and shook his head at the gleaming wood chest of drawers, and ....was that a vanity over there? It had a set of elegant and fancy silver brushes atop it, and a tri-panelled mirror was attached.

The blond scowled and said, "I'll have you know, you uncouth half blood, my mother decorated this room!"

"Sure your mum didn't want a girl, Princess?" Harry asked snidely.

"Indeed, Potter?" Draco said archly, "Well, I didn't hear you calling me a girl when my cock up your arse was making you scream. Bitch."

The dark haired boy guffawed and queried, "Did you just call me a bitch?!"

Stamping his foot angrily the Slytherin snapped, "Are we going to fuck or not, Potter!"

Harry continued to laugh and said, "Are you going to have a complete hissy fit, Princess?"

"I'll show you who's the princess, Potter!" Draco retorted, lunging for the dark haired boy. He threw him on the bed and climbed on top, whipping out his wand to vanish their clothing as he did, then tossed the wand to the side as he began pillaging the still surprised Harry's mouth.

The darker wizard whimpered in pleasure at the unexpected show of dominance, as well as at the invasion of hot wet tongue, and again at the loss when Draco drew back to peer down at him, eyes glittering triumphantly.

"Now who's the bitch, hmm, Potter?"

"I'll be anything you want me to be if you promise to put that beautiful cock of yours in me and fuck me into this mattress," Harry panted, nodding his head enthusiastically for good measure.

"I thought so, Bitch," Draco growled, and began to roll his hips, grinding himself deliciously against Harry's stiffly jutting cock.

"Oh God," moaned the green eyed lad, bucking upwards, "I love it when you talk dirty!"

Draco only smirked in reply, bending down to suck a rosy nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue as he did, feeling it pebble up, and sucked harder, his hand moving over to pinch and tug its twin to a similar state.

Harry let out a loud moan of ecstasy, and slid his own hands along Draco's milky thighs, around to the globes of his ass, where he began to knead them, digging his fingers in to force his lover to grind even harder against his throbbing cock.

The blond let out a small moan of appreciation, making green eyes pop open, a slightly annoyed look on Harry’s face. "For fuck's sake, Draco! Nobody is here to hear you! I thought we were past this! Make some fucking noise for Merlin's sake!"

"I don't need to grunt like some wild beast to enjoy myself, Potter!" the other lad snapped back.

"No, you're too delicate for that, aren't you, Princess?!" Harry huffed beneath him. "I'll show you who's the beast!" he added, digging his fingers into the crease between Draco's pale cheeks.

The pale wizard gave a loud shriek as he felt himself suddenly impaled on two large and rough fingers.

“That's more like it, Princess," the dark haired boy said, snickering breathily, "scream for me, baby!" He pumped his fingers in and out roughly, then quickly added another, eliciting another loud yelp from the wide-eyed boy above him.

Suddenly it was Harry screaming as Draco gave his right nipple a particularly vicious nip, and he heard the blond chuckle evilly.

"Oh yeah?" he gasped, roughly cramming another finger into the impossibly tight, crowded, hot passage. "How'd you like to feel what an entire fist feels like?"

Draco quickly leaned down, easing some of the pressure in his ass, and began to lave and caress the red and throbbing nipple with the flat of his tongue.

"That's what I thought," the darker boy muttered but didn't remove any fingers. Instead he curled them slightly and began stroking the nub they'd been seeking.

The Slytherin wizard promptly left off Harry's nipple to throw his head back and moan throatily, grinding himself down and riding the invading fingers.

Digging his heels into the bed, the Gryffindor began bucking his hips upward, mashing his own cock and balls against Draco's as his fingers massaged his lover's prostate vigourously. Draco let out another long moan and grasped hold of both of their erections tightly between his two hands, and began pumping them together in time to the stroking of his nub.

The blond rode Harry's fingers and pumped his cock filled hands wildly while his partner rammed his fingers in and out of Draco's ass and thrust his hips just as wildly, the both of them straining against one another, moaning and gasping as they felt their climaxes build.

Just as they reached their peak, Draco let go of their cocks, and threw himself forward against the other wizard. His warm, wet tongue again plunged into Harry's mouth, his arms gathered his partner close, and they tongue fucked madly while hot and sticky spurts of their release coated their heaving chests.

Harry had barely pulled his fingers from Draco's clenching ass before the blond quickly turned himself around so that his come coated cock dangled tantalisingly above Harry's face. Eagerly, the Gryffindor reached to draw it into his mouth, keen to sample the delicacy, but suddenly he was being shifted and rolled and now his own dripping cock was dangling in his partner’s face.

Draco wasted no time sucking it in, his tongue working it over eagerly, so Harry gladly returned the favour, lapping at the cock, balls, and anything else he could reach of his lover's, revelling in the feeling of having his own highly sensitive parts similarly washed.

Soon enough, he felt Draco's soft shaft begin to inflate inside the cavern of his mouth, and moaned loudly around it when he felt wet warmth slide over his balls and along his ass crease.


Draco pulled Harry's toned ass cheeks wide apart, exposing his pucker, and watched it wink at him a moment before he began teasing it with the point of his tongue, enjoying the feeling of it twitching against the tip.

"Ooomm..... mfuck, 'Aco!" Harry groaned around Draco's rigid shaft as his lover began stabbing his hole with that hot, thick muscle. He felt it breach him, wetly sliding in and back out repeatedly, and couldn't help pushing back on it, making it spread him wider.

The vibration from Harry's muffled words thrummed down through Draco's stiff member and seeped into his balls, sparking off a deep throb of desire to do exactly that. Fuck his Harry. He quickly pulled himself up between Harry's legs and into position, grasping the brunette's hips while forcing his legs further apart. He took aim and plunged himself into the pink, twitching hole of his lover, groaning in ecstasy to hear Harry's loud gasp as he slid home. At once he began to thrust fiercely, fucking his lover mercilessly, but by the sound of it, Harry had no objections whatsoever.

In fact, he lustily cheered his lover on.

"Oh, God Draco...harder! Faster! Oh God, Draco,...fuck me!" Harry shouted.

Draco happily obliged, enthusiastically reaming his lover with abandon, his hips snapping smartly as he watched his own cock rapidly appear and disappear in and out of Harry's tight, hot hole.

Suddenly they both froze, mid thrust, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Your pole is so HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE!
It makes my ass ACHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEE!
I want to be SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWED!
Until I can't MOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!" a sadly familiar voice could be heard. It was the enthusiastic soprano of none other than Lucius Malfoy.

“Oh no,” Draco groaned in a defeated voice, prick limp and shrivelled.

"For Merlin's sake, Lucius!" followed another very familiar voice, floating down the hall to where the two thunder struck boys were, floppy with shock, "Must you always be such a diva?!"

Draco covered his eyes and whimpered, his cock slipping wetly out of his lover's asshole. He heard Harry's "Eep!" of surprise, and opened his eyes again to see his boyfriend staring at him over his shoulder, his emerald eyes wide with shock and revulsion.

"S-Snape?!" the Gryffindor uttered in a terrified whisper.

"If there is indeed a god in that Muggle heaven, please strike me deaf now!" Draco pleaded wearily.

Harry’s eyes still wide, he whimpered and crawled up the bed. Drawing his knees in to his chest and hugging them, Harry began to rock. Draco followed him to the head of the bed – as far away from the terrifying noises as possible – and settled with a sigh. Harry hid his face against the blond’s sticky chest. "Please," he whimpered pitifully as the loud grunts and groans of the unholy duo down the hall came floating through the walls,"please, Draco! Make it stop!"

"There's never an evil Dark Lord around to strike you dead when you need it, is there?" Draco muttered, one hand thrown over his eyes in an effort to block out the groans and moans and soprano screams coming from the other room.

He looked down at his cowering lover, sighed, and put his arms around him, cuddling him close. "There, there, Harry," he soothed, "Now you know firsthand. This is why I make no noise."

Harry, still trembling slightly, said faintly, "Erm....s-see....what you.....mean. But.....Snape?...and your dad??"

"Afraid so," Draco said, trying really hard not to think about it.

"Please," Harry whimpered again, "please don't tell me he takes the cane everywhere with him for that too!"

“Ah! Potter!" Draco shouted, pushing the boy away roughly, "Wouldn't you say I'm damaged enough already?? Are you trying to scar me for life?!"


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