sh_mods (sh_mods) wrote in slash_heaven, @ 2006-02-24 19:18:00 |
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Original poster: eeyore9990
Author: eeyore9990
Title: Dream Lover, Chapter 3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2394
Genre: Romance, General
Warnings: Adult Language, Slight OOC, Sexual Content
Summary: When dreams become reality, will our favourite boys have the strength and courage to remain with each other despite the obstacles?
Beta: knightmare_shad
Chapter 1: In Dreams
Chapter 2: Wet Dreams
beta'd by the ever patient knightmare. If I could, I would keep her in my pocket and carry her with me always to make me sound half-way intelligent in my regular life. Much love, km!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish I could claim them, but it's probably for the best that I can't. I surely wouldn't have finished the first book.
A/N: This chapter has indecency with a snake. Seriously. If you're squicked by that, please don't read any further! Also, please remember that the boys are dreaming. They are of age and are dreaming of moments throughout their school years. If I haven't scared you off yet, please read on.
Harry watched in horror as the snake flew through the air, landing with a hiss directly in front of Justin Finch-Fletchley. He looked around, waiting for Lockhart to do something, only to realize that everyone in the crowd was showing little reaction to the proceedings on the “stage” where the duel had been taking place. He looked down the end to Draco; instead of seeing the twelve-year old boy he had expected to see, he saw the seventeen-year old man that he’d come to desire with every breath in his body.
Realizing this was a dream, he concentrated and suddenly the room was empty, save him Draco, and strangely enough, the still hissing snake.
‘Be calm,’ he said to the snake in Parseltongue. ‘We mean you no harm.’
‘I am offended at the treatment of the false one. Serpents are not meant to fly.’
Harry smiled at the snake’s description of Lockhart as he continued his strange conversation. ‘Dragons are serpents and they are lovely fliers, but yes, I understand how you would not like to find yourself in a situation over which you have no control.’
The snake met his gaze, holding it steady for several seconds, seeming to take his measure. ‘Who is the other? The albino?’
Harry frowned. Albino? He started shaking his head in confusion before he was interrupted by an angry Draco.
“What is the meaning of this, Potter? Are you trying to get that snake to attack me?”
Harry’s gaze flicked to the blond, who he had nearly forgotten during his dialogue with the snake. White hair, pale skin…ah, Draco was the ‘albino’ to which the snake had been referring.
“The snake is not going to attack you, Draco. Stop being such a girl.” Harry smirked at the blush that spread across those soft cheeks, watching as the other young man dipped his head forward, hiding behind his loose hair.
The snake hissed in amusement. ‘He is very attracted to you, dark one. I can sense his lust like a cloud that hangs over him, following him everywhere.’
Harry looked at the snake, mouth dropping open a bit in amazement. ‘You can sense lust?’
‘Yes, it is very appealing to me. Makes me want to lick over him and taste it.’
Harry’s breathing became shallow as he thought about what the snake was saying. He concentrated again and suddenly Malfoy was standing in all his pale, naked glory. He stalked toward him, eyes eagerly taking in every inch of the previously unseen form. As he looked him over, he noticed Malfoy becoming aroused, and his own cock twitched in reaction.
Reaching Malfoy, he pulled the other boy’s wand through his loose grip, watching in fascination as the grey eyes widened. Sliding around behind him, Harry wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled the unresisting body flush against his still-clothed chest. He dipped his head, allowing his lips to barely touch the shell of the other boy’s ear as he whispered, “Shhh. It’s all right. I won’t hurt you.”
“What do you—What are you doing?” Malfoy asked as haughtily as his shaky voice would allow.
Dragging one hand up Draco’s firm, smooth torso, Harry tweaked a dusky nipple as he answered, “Pleasuring you.”
Draco yelped as he felt something slither up his leg. Potter was a hard presence at his back, and what his hands were doing… Draco couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips. He had realized he was dreaming when Potter had made the other inhabitants of this memory disappear, but he had been unable to take control at any point. And oddly, he felt entirely safe. The arm wrapped around him centred him, gave him something on which to focus other than his own nudity.
He gasped when he heard the hissing sounds of Potter speaking Parseltongue to the snake. This close, feeling the breath over his ear and neck, the sensations shot straight to his groin and he bucked his hips, needing touch there. His eyes slid closed and his head fell back on the brunet’s muscular shoulder as he gave in to the feelings he was currently experiencing.
‘Taste him,’ Harry said to the snake that was winding itself up Malfoy’s thigh.
The snake looked at him and blinked before opening its mouth impossibly wide and taking in the entirety of Draco’s length.
Draco moaned and brought his hands up, twining them in the thickness of Potter’s hair as he dragged the other boy’s mouth around and down for a passionate, open mouthed kiss. He refused to look down, not wanting to see his cock being devoured by the snake but loving the sensation of the muscular throat undulating and swallowing around him.
Harry continued to tweak at Malfoy’s nipples as he became lost in the kiss, pushing his hips slowly against the taut arse pressed so tightly against him. Malfoy moaned and spread his legs slightly, allowing Harry to press even closer.
Draco dragged his mouth away as something niggled at his brain. “How are you taller than me, Potter?”
Harry chuckled, not bothering to remove his lips from Malfoy’s neck as he replied, “It’s my dream, Malfoy. I can be and do whatever I want in my dream.”
Draco rumbled a nonsensical reply, not bothering to argue with Potter that it was in actuality his dream. He really couldn’t form a coherent reply at any rate; between what the snake was doing to his cock and what Potter was doing to his nipples and throat, he was about to explode into a thousand glittering pieces.
He lost control completely as he felt a slick, cool presence sliding sensuously over the skin behind his balls, pressing firmly and rhythmically as the snake constricted around his cock. With a shout he came, pulsing down the snake’s muscular, gripping throat, not noticing the tiny prick of fangs in his moment of pure bliss.
Harry whimpered, the sound of Draco in the grip of orgasm was too sexy to be imagined and the look on his face… The blond’s jaw was clenched tight, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, muscles flexing all along his lithe body as his hips jutted forward, slinging the snake off him with the force of his release. Harry drew his dream lover back against him and rubbed along that pert arse, grinding into it as his hands clenched around slim hips, digging in enough to leave bruises that would not be felt for hours. He sighed Draco’s name along his neck just before he bit down on that tender skin, increasing his thrusts until with a flood of wet warmth, he came against Draco’s back.
With a shuddering breath he opened his eyes…to his darkened dormitory.