|Slash Pervert (slashpervert) wrote,|
@ 2013-01-05 22:07:00
|Entry tags:||fiction, stalking malfoy|
FIC: Stalking Malfoy - Chapter 14: Complicated
Title: Stalking Malfoy
Authors: slashpervert and pierrot_dreams
Betas: Jake and Mini Mouse.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length: 41,780 words (15 chapters)
Pairing: Severus/Draco/Harry (Severus/Draco, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco as well as Draco/others in backstory.)
Summary: Harry is determined to catch Malfoy and Snape plotting evil. What he finds shocks him even more than he imagined. The worst shock isn’t that Malfoy and Snape are shagging, but that Harry is more turned on by that than he has ever been. (Sequel to Stalking Malfoy's Arse, or Midnight Machinations.)
Warnings: (Mark to read.) Language, M/M & M/M/M sex including anal, oral, threesome, voyeurism, mild D/s, spanking. Teacher/student. Adult/teen age disparity.
Notes: PWP. Canon to OTP, AU from sixth year. Snape teaching potions. The first draft of this was written a couple years ago. Icon from, with permission, Veridari's art, Desired.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 14/15
Chapter Title: Complicated
Words: 2949 Words
Harry moaned as Draco sidled out from under him, a slick white trail of come trickling down his thigh. His come. Harry James Potter's come. Would it ever not be strange to see it staining someone else's body?
Draco's cheeks were still flush and his lips bright. He seemed unashamed of either his nudity or the mess dribbling out of him. He rolled out of bed, crossed the short distance to Severus and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs.
"No," Severus said when Draco reached a hand toward the man's prick. "Ride me." Draco shifted, rising up over Severus's cock, his hands braced on the back of the chair. Severus drew his fingers up the backs of Draco's thighs. "Yes, open them," he ordered and when the boy did, he pushed three fingers into that slick hole.
Draco's eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes brushing his flushed cheeks. He looked sweaty and wanton and – well fucked. Harry licked his lips.
That messy blond head fell back, eyes closed and shuddering as Severus's fingers twisted inside for a minute, making a slick sound that reminded Harry again that his cock had been there only minutes before. Draco whimpered, spreading his legs as far as he could and not fall off of Severus lap.
"Dripping with Potter's spunk. You like that, don't you, Draco?" Severus insisted, twisting his fingers.
Draco looked toward Harry then, eyes dark and lips half-open, panting. "Yes," he gasped, eyes focussed on Harry's.
"So, Potter, how did Draco's arse feel, stretched around your prick? Was it like you fantasized?" Severus pushed further into Draco. He grunted and shuddered.
Harry shuddered as well. Despite the shattering orgasm of not five minutes past, his cock was making a valiant attempt at rising to half-mast.
"Who says I fantasized?" he managed to bite out.
Draco's eyes fluttered, whimpering again and fingers digging into the leather upholstery of the arms of the chair as Severus's withdrew his fingers and slid them down his own cock, coating it in Harry's come.
"Are you claiming you haven't?" Severus challenged, one dark eyebrow arched as those black eyes focussed on Harry.
Harry tried to shrug. "I might," he said hoarsely, "I might have – fantasized."
Severus seemed pleased with the response, turning his attention back to Draco, urging him to lower himself onto Severus large member. Draco was panting as he began to move.
Almost without conscious thought, Harry's hand moved to his thickening cock. It was still too sensitive for him to touch. Instead he brushed his fingertips against his tightening balls, almost gasping at the sensation. He watched as Draco's hips were moving up and down on Severus's cock in a shuddering cadence.
"Good," Severus insisted, leaning back and letting Draco do the work, one of his hands resting on the small of Draco's back, fingers stroking the sweaty skin there. His gaze was pleased as he looked over at Harry. "Come here," he beckoned with his free hand, with a lazy swirl of his fingers.
Harry stood and approached the chair tentatively. His cock bounced with every step, and any feeling of shame he might have entertained about that was banished by the realization that he was watching Severus fuck Draco's arse.
"Look at him, Draco. Look at how much Potter likes seeing you this way," Severus insisted, laying his hand flat on Draco's back. The blond moaned but blinked, looking back and licking his lips when he saw Harry's rising erection.
"Can I–" Harry began, hand hovering over his cock.
"Potter wants to touch himself, wants to come watching you impaled on my cock," Severus said. "What do you think of that, Draco? Should he?"
Draco swallowed hard. "P-please," he answered, bouncing faster in Severus's lap.
Harry's fist closed around his aching erection and he began to stroke himself slowly, peeling back his foreskin to reveal the sensitive red cap of his cockhead. "You're so fucking hot, Draco," he groaned, reaching down with the other hand to grope his balls. "So unbelievably hot..."
Both of Severus’ hands gripped Draco's hips, thrusting up while Draco writhed on his lap. Draco keened and whimpered, glazed eyes on Harry's hand and prick.
Harry rolled his balls in his palm, groaning at his own rough handling. His prick was leaking clear fluid, making the passage of his hand up and down its length slick. Severus bucked his hips, burying his cock deep in Draco's arse, and Harry and Draco whimpered in unison.
"Oh, oh," Draco was gasping, his face open in a rapturous expression.
Harry was wanking in time with the upward rotations of Severus's hips against Draco's pelvis. He tweaked the web of skin between his balls, pressing a finger hard against his perineum. God, he wanted to come, bathing Severus's buried cock with his spunk, spurting all over Draco's gasping face. Harry clenched his cock and groaned.
Severus's eyes closed and his expression was nothing like Harry would ever have pictured before he first walked in on him and Draco. He growled. Really. Shuddering and back arching as he thrust up into Draco. Draco keened, loud and almost painfully, shaking.
It was as if the sound had entered Harry's ears and gone straight to his cock. All it took was a flick of his thumb over the swollen head and his entire body jerked in an orgasm that left him slumped, gasping, at Severus's feet.
Severus gave a dark chuckle. "He is definitely catching on quickly, isn't he, Draco?"
Draco collapsed onto Severus' chest, the older man's cock still inside him, their combined jism dripping over his balls. It had been an night of extremes and he felt wrung out. He closed his eyes and couldn't stop the whimper when Severus gently withdrew.
"Wow," said Harry, still kneeling on the floor. He looked like he'd been hit in the head with a Bludger.
Severus rubbed his hands up and down Draco's back, easing the strained muscles and providing comfort. Draco was just realizing how much this might change his life. He blinked up at Potter. Harry. He flushed. He shouldn't be embarrassed, but now he remembered that Severus had revealed his secrets.
"Can I get up, Sir?" Draco asked, legs now protesting the stretch.
"Carefully," Severus answered and then smirked at Potter at his feet. "If you would, Mr Potter?"
Harry stood abruptly, rubbing his hands on his thighs.
Severus helped Draco stand, hands steadying him as he climbed out of the chair. Draco swayed on his feet, taking hold of the high back of the chair to steady himself as he faced Harry.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked, with a seriousness that took Draco aback.
"I will be fine," he said with as much dignity as he had left. Draco thought he never seen anything as hot as Potter like this. Well, except for earlier. Draco told himself he wouldn't have initiated this with Potter. He looked down at Severus, waiting for some cue as to what to do next.
"We do seem to have a something of a situation," Severus said, tucking his prick away again.
Harry laughed, a little maniacally. "Is that what you'd call it?"
Harry took a deep breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You," he said, pointing a finger at Snape, "and you," at Malfoy, "owe me an explanation."
Draco didn't know what Harry expected or what he could safely tell him. Luckily, he trusted Severus to take control here. Both of Severus' eyebrows rose and he gestured toward the bed. "Sit down, Potter."
Despite himself, Harry's knees folded and he sat promptly on the edge of the bed, hands folded obediently on his lap.
Draco gaped in surprise and looked down at Severus, who, of course, was smiling. "So, just what is unclear to you?" Severus asked Harry.
"Well–" Harry hesitated. "You're not – Death Eaters, are you?" he asked feebly.
"I am, and Draco may not have a choice in the matter," Severus answered, his tone mild, but Draco could see the tension in his shoulders. His own stomach flipped just thinking about his options, or lack there of.
Harry looked outraged. "What do you mean, you don't have a choice in the matter?" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "Of course you do! What, are you claiming some sort of genetic compulsion towards becoming a serial killer?"
Draco startled, stepping back before he'd realised it. He found himself almost behind Severus's chair. He almost reached for his wand, but he was naked, wand and clothing behind Harry. Severus stood up, scowling. "Sit down, Mister Potter," he snapped.
Harry sat immediately, then scowled, obviously annoyed at himself for complying. "Well, how am I supposed to react?" he said sulkily.
"Well, I suppose it would be impossible for you to actually think about the situation," Severus sneered and then, shaking his head, sat down again with a huff.
"You haven't exactly given me a lot to go on," Harry pointed out.
"First, do you think that if Draco and I truly served the Dark Lord, you would be safe alone with us? That you would even still be alive?" Severus asked.
Harry paused, considering. "You could be planning to lure me out of the castle by devious means," he suggested.
"Potter, if we wanted to capture or kill you, we would have. Certainly, I wouldn't have invited you to fuck my ... to have sex with Draco," Severus snapped. Draco wondered at the emotional intensity Severus showed in front of Potter. He moved around closer, laying a hand on Severus' shoulder.
"Well, why then?" Harry snapped back. "Why did you let me fuck your – your Draco?"
"I'm not some fucking pawn to be used!" Draco snapped, crossing his arms and frowning at both men. He shivered now, suddenly wishing he had dressed before this conversation.
Severus reached out and snagged Draco's elbow, pulling him down into his lap. "I did not mean ... to imply that, Draco," he apologized.
Harry looked bewildered. "What do you mean, a pawn?"
Draco nodded in acknowledgement of the unexpected apology and then sighed as Severus held his gaze for a moment. "If you think it best," he said, giving his permission for whatever Severus seemed to be planning. Severus kissed Draco's forehead and turned his attention back to Harry. "Both mine and Draco's feelings toward you ... are genuine. But there is more involved here than three people who have shared intimacy. I assume you wish to know if you can trust us not to betray you."
Harry shifted nervously, pulling up a leg to shield his genitals. "It would certainly be nice to have some assurance I'm not going to, I don't know, be AK'd on the brink of orgasm or something," Harry admitted.
Draco opened his mouth to retort, not even sure what he would say, but Severus shook his head, one hand tightening around his waist, so he closed his lips tight.
"Neither of us wish for any harm to come to you. In fact, I have been doing my best to safeguard both of you for some time," Severus explained.
Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Safeguard us from what, exactly?"
"With you," Severus began, shaking his head in exasperation, "from yourselves as much as from the Dark Lord and his followers."
Draco almost laughed. It was true. They'd both behaved like idiots, fighting each other when there were much bigger problems.
Harry certainly looked chagrined as well. "So, are you some kind of double agent or something?"
Severus' long fingers gently stroked Draco's arm, idly, he thought, the touch making him feel wanted.
"I took the Dark Mark when I was young and foolish. I made a grave mistake, one that someone I loved paid for," Severus explained. He looked away, and so close, Draco could see the tremble in his jaw. "I have been attempting to ... repay that debt ever since."
Harry was scowling down at his hands. He seemed to be deep in thought. Finally, haltingly, he said, "I – well. I suppose I don't know whether or not you're telling the truth, but–" He looked up suddenly, face set with conviction. "But you are telling the truth. I just – Hermione would think I was mad, but I just...know you are." He shrugged, coloring. "Anyway," he continued briskly, "it makes more sense than just thinking you're an evil bastard."
Draco wasn't sure if Severus would be pleased with the conclusion or angry with the insult. He was relieved when Severus quirked his lips and arched an eyebrow at Harry. "So now that you know, the question remains as to how you will use this knowledge."
Harry scowled again, and ran a distracted hand through his hair. "Well, it's not as though I can tell Ron and Hermione," he muttered, almost to himself. "Okay, let me just – let me get this straight. You – " he pointed to Draco–"are being forced to serve Voldemort against your will. And you–" He pointed at Severus. "Are trying to protect him?"
Draco looked away unhappily, still reluctant to admit his weakness in front of Harry. "I would not willingly serve that madman," he said softly.
Harry hesitated, body going tense. Then he nodded curtly and said, as if stating a fact so obvious it hardly needed to be said, "And I'll protect you, too."
Severus' sigh sounded irritated and tired. "That, at least, is established. The problem is that Draco has orders he cannot follow and yet, not doing so, will result in his death."
"And my parents," Draco added.
"Orders?" Harry said.
Draco's hands tightened on the chair again and Severus laid one atop of his. "Draco has been ordered to commit a murder. He cannot openly refuse and has been ... stalling for time."
Harry's eyes went wide. "Bloody hell!" He jumped to his feet. "That's – that's bloody serious, that is! You need to tell Dumbledore!"
Draco huffed, rolling his eyes. Severus squeezed his hand, though Draco didn't know if that was to soothe him or to warn him to hold his tongue. "Yes, that was my first impulse as well. The Headmaster knows of the dilemma and it was his decision that Draco continue this dangerous charade," Severus explained.
Harry's expression went from shock to disbelief. "That can't be true," he said uncertainly. "You – you must have misunderstood."
Severus' squeeze was definitely a warning this time and Draco nearly bit his lip to keep his mouth closed. "No, Albus is unwilling to change his plans or let his enemy know that not all who follow the Dark Lord are loyal," Severus explained. "What is Draco to him, but a Slytherin and the son of a Death Eater?"
Harry's face went white, then blotchy red. "That isn't true!" he shouted, all but stomping his foot. "Dumbledore doesn't think like that! You're lying!"
"You think Dumbledore cares about anything but his side?" Draco sneered, unable to keep his mouth closed. He slid from Severus' lap, shaking off the man's hand. "He always favors Gryffindors, giving you house points when you break the rules and punishing Slytherins."
"This isn't about something as petty as house points," Severus snapped.
Harry was shaking his head, face blank with fury. "You're lying. You're trying to trick me."
Draco was shaking, angry and hurt that Harry would think he would have sex with him only to trick him. He wanted to run from the room. Severus must have sensed how close Draco was to losing it because he reached out and took hold of the his hand.
"Kneel," he ordered, and Draco, so used to obeying, sunk to his knees on the rug beside the chair.
"And what would it take for you to believe my words, Harry," Severus asked.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I can't," he said, voice hard. He grabbed his robes and yanked them on. In his haste, he managed to get both arms through the same hole twice.
"And just what do you intend to do?" Severus asked, one hand on Draco's shoulder, as if he was afraid Draco would do something as stupid as Potter. Draco grudgingly thought Severus was probably right about that.
"I'm going to Dumbledore," Harry snapped. He managed to get his arms through the correct sleeves. Unfortunately, the robe was backwards.
"And when you get there?"
Harry hesitated momentarily. "I'll – I'll ask him about Draco."
"Oh, and will you be explaining how you came about your information and ... the circumstances of such ... revelations?" Severus asked, his tone making the last words sound provocative enough that Draco found his body shivering in memory of what he and Harry had just been doing.
Harry stopped struggling to pull his robes on the right way. "Um," he said. "Well. I'll. Er..."
The blush that coloured his face almost had Draco forgetting he was angry with Harry.
Severus' mouth was pursed in what Draco thought might be an attempt not to smile.
Harry scowled at their amusement. "I'll tell him I – was given information by a, er, source who chooses to remain anonymous!"
"A source?" Severus' sarcasm and raised eyebrow clearly showed how well he thought that would work. "And if he believes you and you find out that I am telling the truth, what then?"
Harry's mouth moved silently, trying to figure out a rejoinder. After several confounded moments, he slowly sat back down on the bed.
"I don't know," he said sulkily.
Draco let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Harry," Severus said, voice gentler than Draco ever remembered hearing it before. "I suggest an alternative."
[Oh, and where does it end? One more chapter!]
Chapter 15: Shades of Grey