Gift for gryffindor_j: Like Father, Like Son Title: Like Father, Like Son Author:chemical_haven Recipient:gryffindor_j Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1,937 Warnings: fighting, imaginations gone wild, mild wanking, wall!sex, character imitation Summary: Potter/Malfoy rivalry, in which they compete for more than just winning the argument. Pairings include: James/Lucius, Harry/Draco, James II/Teddy, James II/Scorpius Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Notes:gryffindor_j, I tried to get in as many of your kinks as possible but I'm afraid I wasn't able to get them all in there. There's quite a bit of UST within and I hope it didn't come out too angsty. I know this isn't exactly what you requested, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Happy valentines day!!
Fury burned through James like flames licking along his skin. In his seventeen years there was nothing that got him as angry as him. He glared, furiously, at his opponent, who stood, glaring back, barely a foot in front of him in the hallway. It didn't matter what the argument was about, but for some reason, Lucius Malfoy always sent his blood boiling.
James could feel Sirius to his right, could hear him snarling under his breath. He was sure that at any moment whatever control was causing him to stay by James' side would surely snap and Sirius would lunge at the other seventh year. To James' surprise he did nothing but clench and unclench his fists and string curse words together.
"What the fuck, Malfoy?! Why can't you just mind your own fucking business?" James snapped, watching out of the corner of his eye as Peter leaned down to pick up the books Malfoy had just knocked from his arms.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," Malfoy droned sarcastically, "I didn't even see him standing there."
"Bollocks you didn't, Malfoy!" James growled and leaned forward at Malfoy. Anger surged through him, and he longed to grab Malfoy's robe collar; to slam him against the wall; to dominate him. He wanted to force him to apologize and actually fucking mean it for once in his life. But he held himself back, because with the surge of anger that filled him, and the blood pumping through his veins, came the rush to lower parts of his anatomy, which had been happening, frustratingly enough, for the last 2 years. And, unbidden with the thoughts of slamming Malfoy against the wall to make him apologize, thoughts of dominating him sexually also forced themselves into James' head.
He imagined himself grabbing a hold of the blond Slytherin, forcing him back against the jagged rock of the Hogwarts corridor, in front of all their classmates, and wildly ravishing him. James' imagined kissing Lucius so deeply and roughly that his lips were raw, swollen, red and angry. He wanted it so he and Malfoy's lips weren't the only things swollen. Then he would grind their hard-ons together through the rough denim of their jeans until they were both gasping for breath.
"And what are you going to do about it, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, risking a quick glance at Peter who had finished gathering up his books and was now cowering behind Remus, and then back at Sirius and James, a look of satisfaction in his blue eyes.
James forced away his imagination world, and was about to snap a retort back at Malfoy when Dumbledore showed up, a look of calm interest in his eyes, telling them all to break it up and head on to their classes. James heard Sirius' jaws snap together, and he sent another glare over his shoulder as Lucius walked away. Someday, he promised himself, he would give in to his imagination. He would force Lucius to apologize for all the vicious things he did, and then have his way with him; release the tension that seemed to fill him completely every time they were in the same room together.
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Harry bit at his lower lip, and held his arms tightly at his sides, trying to keep himself from punching the man in front of him. Rude and evil comments rampaged through his head, begging to be said, but he couldn't bring himself to loose control, it would only make the situation worse and give him the upper hand. They glared at each other, neither of them said anything, or moved. They simply stared at the other, hoping the other would break first.
Harry felt like a snake, coiled, ready to strike. He wanted a reason, other than just his blind hated of Draco Malfoy to lash out. They were alone, in the corridor outside the Owlery. The mid-day sun sparkled through the windowless dome that constituted the Owl's home and into the hallway. Dark shadows and bright lines splintered across the floor, across his face. A contrast that Harry thought fit Malfoy perfectly.
"Get out of my fucking way, Potter," Malfoy snapped, finally breaking the silence that hung in the air. A tightness pooled in Harry's stomach. Everything in his body clenched.
"Move out of the fucking doorway then, Malfoy!" Harry growled back. He wanted so badly to push Malfoy out of his way, to slam him against the wall and teach him some manners. To see the way the sun and shadows would play against the pale skin of his adversary. He wanted to rip at Draco's clothes until he stood bare in front of him, hard and waiting. Then he would make Draco beg, to cry out his name in mercy and passion. A sly smirk crossed Harry's face as he thought about it. About his tongue sliding along Draco's shaft, the way Draco's hands would clench in his hair, not like they were now, at his sides, ready to slam into his face.
"Just get out of my way, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, pushing Harry aside as he stalked past, down the hall toward the main staircase. Harry stood, stunned as his shoulders struck the jagged wall. He could already feel the welt rising on his skin, and through the stinging pain Harry longed to go through with the images in his head, and pictured ways to retaliate. There, against the wall, in the shadows of the Owlery, Harry wanked, imagining how wished the encounter would have gone.
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James Sirius smiled as he walked down the Grand Staircase. It was Halloween, his favorite holiday, and the feast was about to get underway. Just thinking about all the delicious food nearly had him skipping. On the bottom floor he was about to turn into the Great Hall, where he could hear the mass of students and faculty already chattering away nosily when out of nowhere he heard, "Psst, James!" confused James looked around the nearly empty entrance hall, surprised when he found his god brother Teddy Lupin half hidden in a near-by storage closet. "Hey! Come here for a sec, would ya?" Teddy said with a huge grin on his face.
Still smiling, James quickly made his way over to the closet, hoping that Teddy would be up to some mischief, especially with it being Halloween. "What's up?" James asked excitedly as he made his way into the closet behind Teddy, clamoring as a bucket clattered.
It was pitch black when the door closed behind him and James gasped when Teddy's cool hand touched his wrist. "Come on man," James nearly whined, "The feast is starting and I don't want to miss any of it!!"
"Calm down," and to James it sounded like Teddy was smiling while he said it. "You'll get to your feast."
The closet was small, and when Teddy shifted, James felt it up along his entire body. They had spent countless hours together over the years, they had done everything together, who knows how many times they'd been crunched together in a tight space, exploring some cave or what-have-you, but for some reason that James couldn't understand, this time felt different. There was a charge in the air, and when Teddy moved closer to him a shiver of awareness rushed through him.
"Tedd…" but the end of his word was cut off by Teddy's lips on his. Cool, chapped lips that were demanding and unyielding against James'. It came as a shock, but by the time James came to his senses, he realized he didn't really want Teddy to stop. Teddy was the one person in the world who knew James was gay, but James had had no idea that it went the other way as well. He started kissing Teddy back, nibbling at the soft lower lip with his teeth.
A small gasp of surprise escaped James when Teddy suddenly pushed him against the wall of the closet. Hard. James could feel his desire rising as Teddy continued the onslaught of kisses, working from his red and swollen lips down his tender neck, along his collarbone. By the time Teddy's fingers started undoing the buttons of James' robe, James was moaning wantonly, totally forgetting about the feast and the people that lay just on the other side of the door.
"Uhhhh, Teddy," James whimpered as he buried his hands in Teddy's bright blue hair. The lips and hands continued to move lower, touching anywhere that bare skin was exposed. Even in the dark Teddy was beyond proficient at removing James' clothing and before James even realized it, Teddy was on his knees in front of him, his lips and hands moving over his hard cock.
James cried out, his hands tugging at Teddy's hair, trying to force him to move at a certain rhythm. It was like he was no longer in control, his body was moving without conscious thought – finding any way to prolong the exquisite feel of Teddy's mouth on his cock, of his hands kneading his bum.
It didn't take long before James was moaning out his orgasm into Teddy's hot mouth. Teddy flicked his tongue along the tip of his shaft for a final time before standing and forcing the other boy to turn around. Timidly, James complied.
James kicked the bucket out of his way as he pressed himself against the door of the closet, he could feel Teddy rubbing himself against his bum through his jeans and it made James squirm in pleasure. Though he was definitely gay, James had never had sex with another boy before, and the thought of it had him so excited he knew it wouldn't be long before he was hard again.
He heard Teddy unzip his fly, the tear of a condom wrapper, the snap of the lubrication lid and the wet sound as Teddy lathered it over the rubber. It was like time was moving in slow motion as James anticipated the next actions. When Teddy pressed forward, the tip of him stretching James slowly, a whine of pleasure escaped both of them. It was incredible: painful but the pain gave in to pleasure, and then rapture. Deep cries, whimpers and grunts filled the closet as they moved together in the dark.
As soon as James was hard again Teddy wrapped his arm around his waist and began to pump the other boy in time with his thrusts. They strangled out their cries of release a few minutes later, James collapsing on the wall, Teddy leaning on him heavily, still inside.
The contented sigh escaped James' lips almost at the same time as he realized that he was, in fact, missing the feast. Flabbergasted, James scampered to, tenderly, pull up his jeans and right himself. He turned to Teddy nervously, unsure what to say. "Go on, I'll be just a minute," Teddy whispered, leaning in to kiss James. James smiled; though he was sure Teddy couldn't see it and slid out the closet door, relieved when no one was in the entrance hall.
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In the dark of the closet, Scorpius pulled up his jeans, removed the blue wig and replaced the Gyrffindor tie for his own Slytherin one. A satisfied smirk plastered on his face. He straightened himself, making sure to appear as normal as possible, slid out of the closet and into the Great Hall. As he took his seat he noticed the bewildered look on James face as he realized that Teddy was sitting at the far end up the Gyrffindor table, obviously well into his dinner. Scorpius chuckled softly and began to reach for the platter in front of him.