elfflame (elfflame) wrote in blaise_zabini, @ 2008-02-07 06:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | blaise/draco/harry, fiction |
Fic: Enticing Seduction - Blaise/Harry/Draco - NC-17
Title: Enticing Seduction
Author: Elfflame
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise/Draco, Blaise/Harry/Draco
Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome
Request: Harry stumbles upon Draco and Blaise in a compromising situation, and finds himself…more interested than he should be. Bonus points if they end up getting him involved in a dub con way. Setting/era (Hogwarts, post Hogwarts, etc) entirely up to you.
A/N: Big thank yous to Harleen and Dark Angel for looking this over for me. Title from the quote used for the lj cut by Waiter Rant. This one was written for Lameos in 2006, and while I ended up getting nothing myself, I'm still very glad I wrote it. Much longer than the last. :)
Harry swore the two of them were haunting him. Or stalking him. Or something like that.
He’d nearly managed to forget about Malfoy once he’d been acquitted after the war. And Zabini he’d given absolutely no thought to since the last Slug Club meeting they’d attended together. Had that been Christmas of Sixth year? He really wasn’t sure.
Unfortunately, his Slytherin-free life ended at the five-year anniversary celebration of the end of the war.
As the Hero Who Destroyed Voldemort, Harry was expected—required, really—to attend all the events having anything to do with the war. At each event he attended, though, he slipped away at his first opportunity. This time, he’d found what had appeared to be an empty hallway to escape down. He’d had no idea that it would dead-end in a room. A room filled with the very naked forms of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
Harry had stood there for a moment, blinking as he tried to comprehend exactly what it was he was seeing. Mostly, it was skin. Lots of it. Pale, milky white and deep golden brown. Zabini on top of Malfoy, pushing into him, holding him down, as Malfoy arched up into him.
His immediate thought was that Zabini was killing Malfoy, before his brain caught up with what he was really seeing. Then his libido made an appearance as well. Malfoy’s enthusiastic cries and the way they moved together were spellbinding. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.
Harry wasn’t sure how long he stood there watching as Zabini thrust into that pale, arching body, but before the thought of escape could fully form, grey eyes opened and stared directly at him. Malfoy’s lips moved, but if he said something, Harry was unable to catch it. He simply watched, entranced, as Malfoy arched once more, crying out as he came, his eyes never leaving Harry’s.
Zabini groaned out a moment later, and it was only after the dark-skinned young man collapsed onto him that Malfoy spoke words Harry could hear. “Enjoy the show, Potter?” he asked in a voice rough from panting.
Harry didn’t respond. He just ran.
It was only when he found himself back in the midst of the celebration that he realized the tone hadn’t been biting at all, but inviting. And that was when he realized he was hard. Hard from watching two men—men he thought he’d hated—have sex. He couldn’t quite understand it. But it didn’t make it any less true.
He’d had to wander off rather quickly to find a bathroom that night and deal with his erection.