"Great Shagging, Draco/Harry, NC-17

Title: Great Shagging
Author: VelvetBlood
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, Hogwarts, or anything resembling JKR's work.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Draco hate each other... So obviously they're shagging like mad!

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Harry groaned as warm lips found the sensitive hollow of his neck, just behind his ear. His eyes drifted closed and his head thumped dully against the concrete floor of the Gryffindor Quidditch lockeroom floor. Any thoughts that one of his teammates could walk in at any moment were driven away as that mouth sucked at his throat.

He inhaled sharply as cool hands slid under his sweater, long fingers splaying over his abdomen. Soon his shirt was stripped from him and tossed carelessly away to dangle over a nearby bench. Harry whimpered when the mouth left his neck to trail kisses down over his collarbone and chest, on down to his stomach. His breath was coming in short gasps, his hands clenching on slim, fine-boned shoulders as that same mouth set to torturing him by delving its tongue into his navel.

'I won't beg!' He reminded himself stubborly. 'I won't, I won't, I won't, I-'

His body jerked up off of the cold stone floor, those hands now sliding the zipper of his jeans down, a well-placed finger brushing over his erection.

"Oh God," he muttered harshly, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

His lover removed his jeans quickly and they joined his forgotten sweater on the bench. Then, Harry felt smooth, warm skin sliding over his own as his semi-nude tormentor slid up his body, settling between his open thighs. He tilted his head back in a silent plea and gave a moan of approval as soft lips settled over his own in a deep kiss.

'Won't beg. Won't, won't, won't...' he told himself, fighting for control.

But his lover had other ideas, of course, and Harry cried out against hungry lips as an erection pressed into his own. He grit his teeth as his lover ground his hips into him again and again, effectively driving him insane. When he felt a hand cup him, massaging his testicles, he lost what little remaining control he'd struggled to hold onto.

"Malfoy!" He gasped against his lover's lips. "Please..."

Draco Malfoy grinned against the Boy Who Lived's mouth, continuing to dry hump him into a mindless frenzy.

"Please what?" He drawled, running his tongue over Harry's lips.

"Fuck you!" Harry growled, biting Malfoy's tongue in frustration. Draco groaned, but didn't stop moving against the boy underneath him.

"That's the idea, Potter." Draco said hotly, shifting his mouth away from Harry's and instead feasting upon the spot at the base of his throat that he knew drove his Gryffindor lover crazy.

Harry cried out hoarsely, his hands threading into Draco's hair. "Please, Malfoy, I need..."

Draco removed his mouth from Harry's neck and leaned back to look at his flushed face, satisfied that he'd gotten him to beg.

It had been the same for months now. They'd meet in some random place and proceed to kiss, grope and dry fuck one another until one of them eventually gave in and begged the other to shag them. The first encounter between them had been almost as brutal as it'd been surprising. They'd run into one another in a deserted hallway after hours one night and had proceeded with the usual insults and not-so-veiled threats, when suddenly they'd found themselves up against a wall, ravaging one another like starved animals. They'd wanked each other off and ran away as fast as they could to deny the encounter ever happened from the safety of their common rooms.

The next time had occured during detention in the Transfiguration classroom, and had ended with Malfoy being fucked mercilessly into one of the desks they were supposed to be cleaning. And so, it had continued, each time with one of them submitting to the other. Each time denied as anything more than a mutal hatred and need to get one up on each other.

"Knew you'd come around, Potter." Draco smirked, his gray eyes darker than usual.

Harry snarled in frustration, pressing his hard cock up into Malfoy's and gaining a gasp from the blonde. "If I don't come soon, Malfoy, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Now, is that kill me by fucking, or just-"

Draco didn't get to finish his question, because at that moment Harry quite roughly flipped him onto his back and ripped his boxers down his legs. The Slytherin sighed and rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor staring furiously down at him.

"So impatient, Potter, really!" He scolded, sounding rather like Mcgonagall.

Harry had a moment to look aghast before he found himself on his back once more and missing his own underwear. He looked up to see Draco with a wicked grin on his face.

"And I get to be on top."

With that, Draco once again crushed his lips to Harry's, pushing him down onto the hard concrete floor and letting his own erection press into the darker boy's. Harry gasped and then groaned at the contact of hot, hard flesh to flesh.

"Hurry," he grunted, straining against the blonde above him.

Draco appeased him by flipping Harry over onto his stomach and wrapping his arms around his abdomen to pull him up onto his knees. Harry settled into the position with ease, leaning up to brace his elbows on the bench in front of him.

"Lubricus." Draco muttered softly, pointing his wand at Harry's puckered hole.

Harry felt the familiar slickness between his thighs and closed his eyes to wait for what he knew would follow.

A finger slipped inside, moving slowly in and out. The Slytherin pushed in another finger, curling them in a way that made Harry whimper and bite his lip. When this went on a little longer than was strictly necessary, Harry growled over his shoulder at Draco. After scissoring his fingers inside of the darker boy for a bit, Draco decided to stop teasing both himself and Harry.

Draco slid his palms over Harry's backside as he entered him slowly, his breath hissing out from between his clenched teeth as Harry's body accepted his length inch by inch.

"Ah! Potter!" The Slytherin grit his teeth, his fingernails digging half moons into Harry's ass.

Harry moaned loudly as he felt Draco's cock brush that spot deep inside of him that made his prick jump and his entire body tingle. He let his head drop forward as Draco pushed into him again and again, the sound of his lover's panting and moans echoing in his ears. He nearly screamed when he felt Draco's hand wrap around his cock, jerking him off in hard, quick pulls that matched his thrusts inside of him.

Draco bit his lip, trying to ward off the loud cry that was building in his throat as he thrust in and out of Harry's tight hole. He could feel the tension building within him, and was soon teetering dangerously on the edge. He squeezed Harry's cock more tightly, jerking him faster than before. Harry groaned appreciatively and came into his hand in long, hard streams of sticky fluid. Draco followed, emptying himself into his Gryffindor lover, whimpering with contentment.

They lay there, exhausted, for several minutes before Draco finally pulled his half hard length from Harry and stood, muttering a quicky cleansing spell to rid himself of the remains of magical lubricant and his own semen.

Harry did the same, making sure the spell also got the warm come seeping down the backs of his thighs as well. They dressed in silence, hurriedly fastening their trousers and robes. They didn't look at one another or speak until they were on their way out the door, and only then Harry turned to Draco.

"Next time, we to this in your lockeroom," he told the Slytherin accusingly.

"You got it, Potter." Draco smirked, before walking away from the Gryffindor.

Harry sighed, leaning up against one of the lockers for a moment, still catching this breath.

"Why do I put up with him?" He muttered to himself. "Must be all of the great shagging..."

And with that, he stepped out of the lockeroom, and back into the world of house rivarlries and the ongoing war of which they were opposite sides.

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