Originally posted Sept.21.2006

You should see the expression on my face right now. I can't stop grinning over this one, I spanked that bunny hard for biting me...

Title: It's Raining Men...Hallelujah!
Author: Lady B
Pair: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17 (I finally wrote some smut!)
Warning(s): Wall sex, Foursome (sort-of), Language, Crossover (implied but not specified), Voyeurism
Word Count: 1424 words
Summary: Draco hated the rain, always had and always will. And no one was going to change his mind...
Disclaimer: I wonder if JKR is a closet slasher? Oh...these are hers by the way. I just like them doing The Nasty when my mind feels its necessary to relieve stress.
Author's note: For my hpfanfic10x10 table prompt #343: umbrella. I got hot and bothered writing it, so I can imagine what it will be like for those of you reading it. Not a songfic! I just like the title! Brownies if you guess who the other couple is.
Additional Disclaimer: Not responsible for under aged readers. Observe the warnings and age of consent laws for your part of the world and we'll get along fine.

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Dammit, I hate when it rains!

Draco stood huddled under an awning in front of a muggle bookstore, watching the rain fall onto the street in front of him. Behind him, the welcoming lights shining through the window of the store, cast a pale glow onto the pavement at his feet and he sighed, watching his breath mist into the damp air.

I could go back inside to stay warm and wait for him...but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was right about how cold it is out here.

He huffed in irritation. He still couldn't understand why his lover had insisted on opening a muggle bookstore. He could have been one of the world's topmost Quidditch seekers! Rich beyond his wildest dreams!

But his lover, who happened to be one Harry Potter, didn't believe in caring about material things. He liked it simple and preferred not to flaunt his wealth about like Draco did. Harry simply didn't care how much money he had.

Could be why I fell for him in the first place. Or maybe it's because he's hot in bed and out of it.

Draco grinned to himself over that one. He remembered their last year of school when Harry had been the last one into the Great Hall for the start of year Welcome feast. He had forgone robes, as Headmistress McGonagall had decreed, and the whole student body got a good long look at the new and improved Harry. He had lost his glasses, finally getting his vision corrected, had a growth spurt of around 2 feet and his hair was shaggier and longer. Draco's jaw wasn't the only one that hit tables that evening. And then Harry had stared across the room and pinned Draco with such a look that Draco had no trouble understanding what it meant.

Harry had shagged him into the floor that same night and they'd been stuck together ever since.

Hard to believe that was 15 years ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco spotted another couple walking up the other side of the street, the street lamps reflecting off of a dark maroon umbrella. He cringed at the color, still hating Gryffindor colors after all these years.

He opened his mouth to mutter a scathing remark but paused, eyes wide, as he watched the taller of the two people, a gorgeous looking dark-haired fellow, yank the umbrella from the hands of the person beside him and shoved the person against the wall behind them.

Draco made to step away from the bookstore to see if he could help when a low sound made him stop. It had been a moan, he was sure of it. Curious, he watched the couple for a moment, seeing the movement of their bodies. The dark haired man had his face buried in the neck of the blonde, moving his head in short little bursts. Draco heard a second moan, just as low as the first but still audible. The dark haired man stepped back and Draco's face suffused with warmth when he saw the blonde was also male, and that they were wanking each other off. He couldn't help but stare as he watched them slather pre-cum up and down their cocks, glistening with the rain falling from the sky.

He started as he felt a hand cupping his own erection and his head dropped back onto the shoulder behind him.

“They do this every evening about this time,” Harry whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“I-Is that so?” Draco mumbled, resisting the urge to arch into Harry's hand.

“Mmm-hmm. They know I like to watch them, they've caught me a time or two,” Harry smirked, licking the shell of Draco's ear.

“I-Interesting,” Draco moaned, as Harry squeezed his bulging member through the fabric of his jeans.

“Watch them Draco. See how hot they are together,” Harry urged as he swiftly undid Draco's pants and wrapped his hands around his cock. Draco's eyes crossed for a moment before he refocused his gaze on the couple across the street.

The dark haired man now had his pants shoved down around his ankles and Draco noticed how tan his arse was as it flexed. The blonde man moaned again and Draco (through his own haze of lust) realized they were fucking. Against a wall. In public.

At least it's night. Can't be seen as much.

Draco let out a low moan of his own when he felt Harry slip two lubed fingers into his arse.

When did I lose my pants?

Harry stretched him while stroking his cock, while Draco continued to watch the couple fucking not even 50 yards from where they were standing. The blonde had his ankles locked around the back of his lover, his moans low and breathless. It made Draco dizzy, especially when he felt Harry's cock slide into his arse. He nearly fell to his knees with lust but Harry's arm around his waist kept him on his feet.

Harry timed his thrusts with those of his dark counterpart across from them, managing to massage Draco's prostate on each one.

“Do you like watching two men fuck, Draco?” Harry whispered into his ear.

“Oh Merlin, Harry!” Draco moaned.

“I bet I can make you come like this, going slow, watching you watch those two men across from us. I wouldn't even have to touch your cock, even though I know you want me to.”

“H-Harry, please!” Draco begged.

“Look how hard Blondie is being fucked, Draco!” Harry hissed, diverting Draco's attention back across the street. The dark haired man had his blonde bent at the waist and was fucking him hard from behind, the blonde's fingers digging into the wall in front of him, nearly high-pitched whimpers coming from his parted lips.

“Fuck!” Draco moaned.

“Would you like that, love? Being fucked like an animal in heat? Being ridden hard and fast, feeling your cum churning in your balls!” Harry stated, shoving into him viciously.

“Ah!” Draco moaned, loving the feeling it gave him.

“Beg me to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for hours! Beg for it like the little slut you are!”

“Fuck me, Harry!” Draco growled, finally losing total control. In one moment, Harry pulled away from him, spun him around and slammed him back against the wall of the store. Draco quickly hitched his legs up and around Harry's waist as Harry slipped back into his slick passage, finding and hitting Draco's prostate. Harry's hands clenched his arse cheeks tight enough for Draco to know he would have bruises there in the morning. And as promised, Harry fucked him hard, not letting up in the slightest.

Draco looked up and his eyes locked onto the blue eyes of his blonde counterpart, seeing the similar emotions in those eyes he himself was feeling: lust, desire, love and completion.

It suddenly seemed to turn into a race to see which blonde would come first, as both dark haired men pounded their bodies relentlessly.

But it was no contest.

As one, both blonds let out a high-pitched wail that echoed loudly through the street (Thank Merlin for silencing charms!), as they came hard, Draco soaking both his shirt and Harry's while the blonde on the other side shot his load all over the wall and pavement.

That seemed to be the signal both men had been waiting for as their own thrusts sped up, the dark haired man coming first as his body spasmed. Two minutes later, Harry came, crying out Draco's name as Draco's arse filled with his seed.

It took all four men a long while to come down from their orgasmic high.

Harry finally eased away from Draco, noticing the flushed cheeks and satiated expression on his face. He cleaned them up with a wave of his hand and redressed them both before tenderly kissing Draco's lips.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily.

“You all right, love?”

Draco opened his eyes and smiled.

“Never better.”

Harry smiled in return as he pulled Draco into his arms.

Across from them, the other couple took up their umbrella and continued up the street, waving to Draco and Harry as they passed by.

Draco looked up at Harry and smiled again.

“I'm ready to go home.”

“Me, too,” Harry smiled, pulling him closer and Apparating away.

Draco began to have a different view on rainstorms after that night.

-Fin.