Dark Moon Magic 2/8
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nicevennTitle: Dark Moon Magic 2/8
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James II/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,212
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This fiction is not intended for underage readers.
Warnings: These warnings are spoilers. Highlight to read them. mpreg; incest (half-brothers)
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
A morning fuck is so much better than breakfast tea, thought Scorpius. He was already a sweaty, sticky mess all tangled up in his Egyptian cotton sheets, but James wasn’t through with him yet. Scorpius moaned into the pillow as his boyfriend pounded him methodically into the mattress, determined to draw a second orgasm from him. He didn’t mind, of course. It was time to make up for all those lonely nights and mornings spent alone wanking in his bed because no one could get past the fact that he came from a family of Death Eaters.
Scorpius’ cock was fully erect again; he wanted to touch it, but James’ hands were wrapped around his wrists and pressing them down firmly. The subjugation made him feel so powerless and vulnerable, and he loved it. He rubbed his cock against the bed as James rode him harder and faster and actually bit into his shoulder when he came.
Scorpius spilled into the sheets for the second time that morning, and he was too worn out to complain when his boyfriend collapsed on top of him. He enjoyed the lazy kisses James was laying on his neck and over the bite marks on his shoulder for a while, but reached for his wand to cast a cleaning charm. Post-coital cuddling was difficult to enjoy when the prospect of facing his father loomed ahead. James obviously read his mind.
“Wanna skip breakfast? Or better yet, have the house-elf bring send something up?”
“Yeah,” said Scorpius, though he knew that he was only putting off the inevitable. “Good idea.”
*****
Draco was surprised to see Scorpius and James show up for supper. He’d been relieved that they hadn’t come to breakfast, though he felt guilty for being the cause of much embarrassment, including his own. He felt his face flush and avoided his son’s eyes as he and his sibling boyfriend took their seats at the table. But he couldn’t help stealing occasional glances when they weren’t looking. They reminded him so much of himself and Harry all those years ago, lookswise, at least—James was cockier and more extroverted than Harry, and Scorpius quieter, more timid than he had been.
No one spoke throughout supper, so Draco was left to his thoughts.
*flashback*
Grimmauld Place had an eerily depressing atmosphere; everything seemed grey and dull. Draco didn’t understand why Harry left curtains drawn in this gloomy house. It sure matched Draco’s mood, but shouldn’t the savior of the wizarding world be—happy?
The two men sat in awkward silence as Kreacher set down some tea.
“Why are you here, Malfoy?” Harry asked.
He was really making this difficult, especially since Draco himself wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted. “I want to thank you—for saving my life.”
Harry stiffened. Draco could tell he was uncomfortable having a civilized conversation with him, and it made him feel somehow inadequate.
“Er… you’re welcome. I did what I could.”
“I feel like I should do something to show you—“ Draco still wasn’t quite sure if he needed this for himself or Harry.
“Your gratefulness is enough,” Harry assured him. “Besides, you tried to help me out too—I think.”
So this was it. Harry didn’t want anything from him. Draco didn’t want to accept that. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do?”
Harry thought for a moment, staring into his teacup. “I guess I can understand—sort of—where you’re coming from, but I don’t need anything from you. I’d like to see you do something positive with our life, but other than that—“
“I can suck you off, if you want,” Draco suggested.
Harry nearly choked on his tea. “What?”
“Would you like that?”
Draco couldn’t believe what he was offering, nor did he understand why he was doing it. Yes, he thought Harry was hot, but his reasons were much more desperate than physical attraction. For years, his life had revolved around Harry Potter, and now that the Golden Boy had saved the world, he was quickly slipping out of Draco’s life, and for some reason Draco didn’t want that to happen. His whole life, everything he’d ever known, had been turned upside down; he didn’t know who he was anymore, and Harry Potter was the only one who gave him some sense of normalcy. If sucking him off would keep him in Draco’s life just a few minutes longer, he was more than willing to get down on his knees.
Harry blushed “Um…”
Draco slipped down from the sofa and positioned himself in front of Harry. He rubbed his leg gently. “Has anyone ever done it for you?”
Harry shook his head; his face flushed even brighter.
“I can. It will help you relax, get your mind off things.”
Harry swallowed. “Okay.”
Draco took Harry’s teacup, setting it aside, and set about unzipping his jeans. Harry’s dick was already tenting his boxers. Draco pulled it out, wrapped his fingers around it, and moved his hand up and down the silky column. It was sinful. Everyone thought Potter was a saint, and here Draco was playing with his cock.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Draco extended his tongue and swirled it around the head of Harry’s prick, teasing it and lapping at it before actually wrapping his lips around it. He’d done this before, but the musky scent had never been so intoxicating, the soft moans never this maddening.
Draco established a slow rhythm. He stopped occasionally to tease the rigid flesh, running his hand along the wet surface, teasing the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. But Harry wasn’t having any of that. His firm hand was in Draco’s hair, his impatient hips thrusting upward. Soon Draco just relaxed and allowed Harry to have his way with his mouth. Sensing Harry’s need to be rough, he tried to relax his throat and accustom himself to the deep, jerky thrusts.
Draco’s own cock was hard and aching in his trousers. It had oozed onto his briefs, and the wet stickiness was only adding to his arousal. He dug his fingertips into Harry’s tense thighs as the other man thrust faster, fisting his hair so hard he groaned in pain, the vibrations in his mouth sending Harry over the edge.
Draco swallowed and licked Potter clean. The hand in his hair had relaxed and was stroking gently. Draco looked up at Harry. The brunet was breathing heavily, his green eyes filled with… Draco wasn’t sure what, but it made him feel good. Desire coursed through him. His cock, swollen and aching, was begging for attention, but he wouldn’t ask Harry to return the favor, not unless he offered. And he wouldn’t.
“So, um—do you want me to--?” Harry stammered.
Okay, maybe he would.
“I wouldn’t mind,” said Draco, one corner of his lips curving up.
And that was the first time Harry Potter got down on his knees in front of Draco Malfoy. The sight itself was nearly enough to bring Draco over the edge at this point; combined with Harry’s tentative ministrations, he didn’t have a chance. He was coming within minutes, and only when it was over did they share their awkward, musky-tasting first kiss.
Chapter 3
Pairing: Harry/Draco; James II/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,212
Disclaimer: Characters and HP universe belong to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This fiction is not intended for underage readers.
Warnings: These warnings are spoilers. Highlight to read them. mpreg; incest (half-brothers)
Summary: Draco's been keeping a secret, but he can't hide the truth forever.
A morning fuck is so much better than breakfast tea, thought Scorpius. He was already a sweaty, sticky mess all tangled up in his Egyptian cotton sheets, but James wasn’t through with him yet. Scorpius moaned into the pillow as his boyfriend pounded him methodically into the mattress, determined to draw a second orgasm from him. He didn’t mind, of course. It was time to make up for all those lonely nights and mornings spent alone wanking in his bed because no one could get past the fact that he came from a family of Death Eaters.
Scorpius’ cock was fully erect again; he wanted to touch it, but James’ hands were wrapped around his wrists and pressing them down firmly. The subjugation made him feel so powerless and vulnerable, and he loved it. He rubbed his cock against the bed as James rode him harder and faster and actually bit into his shoulder when he came.
Scorpius spilled into the sheets for the second time that morning, and he was too worn out to complain when his boyfriend collapsed on top of him. He enjoyed the lazy kisses James was laying on his neck and over the bite marks on his shoulder for a while, but reached for his wand to cast a cleaning charm. Post-coital cuddling was difficult to enjoy when the prospect of facing his father loomed ahead. James obviously read his mind.
“Wanna skip breakfast? Or better yet, have the house-elf bring send something up?”
“Yeah,” said Scorpius, though he knew that he was only putting off the inevitable. “Good idea.”
*****
Draco was surprised to see Scorpius and James show up for supper. He’d been relieved that they hadn’t come to breakfast, though he felt guilty for being the cause of much embarrassment, including his own. He felt his face flush and avoided his son’s eyes as he and his sibling boyfriend took their seats at the table. But he couldn’t help stealing occasional glances when they weren’t looking. They reminded him so much of himself and Harry all those years ago, lookswise, at least—James was cockier and more extroverted than Harry, and Scorpius quieter, more timid than he had been.
No one spoke throughout supper, so Draco was left to his thoughts.
*flashback*
Grimmauld Place had an eerily depressing atmosphere; everything seemed grey and dull. Draco didn’t understand why Harry left curtains drawn in this gloomy house. It sure matched Draco’s mood, but shouldn’t the savior of the wizarding world be—happy?
The two men sat in awkward silence as Kreacher set down some tea.
“Why are you here, Malfoy?” Harry asked.
He was really making this difficult, especially since Draco himself wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted. “I want to thank you—for saving my life.”
Harry stiffened. Draco could tell he was uncomfortable having a civilized conversation with him, and it made him feel somehow inadequate.
“Er… you’re welcome. I did what I could.”
“I feel like I should do something to show you—“ Draco still wasn’t quite sure if he needed this for himself or Harry.
“Your gratefulness is enough,” Harry assured him. “Besides, you tried to help me out too—I think.”
So this was it. Harry didn’t want anything from him. Draco didn’t want to accept that. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do?”
Harry thought for a moment, staring into his teacup. “I guess I can understand—sort of—where you’re coming from, but I don’t need anything from you. I’d like to see you do something positive with our life, but other than that—“
“I can suck you off, if you want,” Draco suggested.
Harry nearly choked on his tea. “What?”
“Would you like that?”
Draco couldn’t believe what he was offering, nor did he understand why he was doing it. Yes, he thought Harry was hot, but his reasons were much more desperate than physical attraction. For years, his life had revolved around Harry Potter, and now that the Golden Boy had saved the world, he was quickly slipping out of Draco’s life, and for some reason Draco didn’t want that to happen. His whole life, everything he’d ever known, had been turned upside down; he didn’t know who he was anymore, and Harry Potter was the only one who gave him some sense of normalcy. If sucking him off would keep him in Draco’s life just a few minutes longer, he was more than willing to get down on his knees.
Harry blushed “Um…”
Draco slipped down from the sofa and positioned himself in front of Harry. He rubbed his leg gently. “Has anyone ever done it for you?”
Harry shook his head; his face flushed even brighter.
“I can. It will help you relax, get your mind off things.”
Harry swallowed. “Okay.”
Draco took Harry’s teacup, setting it aside, and set about unzipping his jeans. Harry’s dick was already tenting his boxers. Draco pulled it out, wrapped his fingers around it, and moved his hand up and down the silky column. It was sinful. Everyone thought Potter was a saint, and here Draco was playing with his cock.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Draco extended his tongue and swirled it around the head of Harry’s prick, teasing it and lapping at it before actually wrapping his lips around it. He’d done this before, but the musky scent had never been so intoxicating, the soft moans never this maddening.
Draco established a slow rhythm. He stopped occasionally to tease the rigid flesh, running his hand along the wet surface, teasing the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. But Harry wasn’t having any of that. His firm hand was in Draco’s hair, his impatient hips thrusting upward. Soon Draco just relaxed and allowed Harry to have his way with his mouth. Sensing Harry’s need to be rough, he tried to relax his throat and accustom himself to the deep, jerky thrusts.
Draco’s own cock was hard and aching in his trousers. It had oozed onto his briefs, and the wet stickiness was only adding to his arousal. He dug his fingertips into Harry’s tense thighs as the other man thrust faster, fisting his hair so hard he groaned in pain, the vibrations in his mouth sending Harry over the edge.
Draco swallowed and licked Potter clean. The hand in his hair had relaxed and was stroking gently. Draco looked up at Harry. The brunet was breathing heavily, his green eyes filled with… Draco wasn’t sure what, but it made him feel good. Desire coursed through him. His cock, swollen and aching, was begging for attention, but he wouldn’t ask Harry to return the favor, not unless he offered. And he wouldn’t.
“So, um—do you want me to--?” Harry stammered.
Okay, maybe he would.
“I wouldn’t mind,” said Draco, one corner of his lips curving up.
And that was the first time Harry Potter got down on his knees in front of Draco Malfoy. The sight itself was nearly enough to bring Draco over the edge at this point; combined with Harry’s tentative ministrations, he didn’t have a chance. He was coming within minutes, and only when it was over did they share their awkward, musky-tasting first kiss.
Chapter 3
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Date: 2008-09-30 07:02 pm (UTC)Harry nearly choked on his tea. “What?”
RANDOM LINE IS RANDOM. ME LIKEY. <333
I enjoyed this chapter. Keep up the good work! 8D
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Date: 2008-10-01 12:53 am (UTC)Flashback is <3
(I'm semi-cringing and semi-'ohhh new Gred at J/S >.< lol)
Very very interesting so far :D
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Date: 2008-10-14 09:06 pm (UTC)yummy
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Date: 2008-11-17 03:52 am (UTC)Another great chapter!
I love how you added a flashback, and I had always imagined that there would be some sort of awkward draco-harry talk after the end. you did it perfectly ;D
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Date: 2009-03-15 07:32 pm (UTC):D
and it is BRILLIANT O_O..
*Reads*
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