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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The walls, floor and ceiling were all mirrors. Every way Harry looked reflected back a dozen Harrys and Dracos. Fitted into the mirrored wall on the right hand side were adjustable wrist and ankle cuffs, in fur-lined leather. The only piece of furniture in the room was a large table that could be raised or lowered by the lever on the room's central wooden support beam.

Hanging from hooks on the beam were whips, chains, and an assortment of items that Harry couldn't fathom to name.

Hanging from the ceiling on the far end of the room (which wasn't that far, being on the small side, but the mirrors made it look much larger) were four long chains with hooks on the ends. Harry didn't even want to think about what they were used for. In the corner was a large dispenser of condoms and lubrication sachets, dildos, butt plugs and assorted tablets.

"Draco, what are we doing in here?" he asked, nervous and trembling, wishing he'd had another shot of Firewhisky before leaving the Leaky.

"What do you think?" Draco asked, grabbing Harry by the waist and pulling him up close. "We're here to fuck. But you get to decide where. Against the wall? On the table? Suspended from the ceiling?"

"How is that even possible?" Harry exclaimed, though the prospect excited him.

"Well for us it's easy, we're Wizards, but for the Muggles, you'd be surprised at how inventive they can be."

Harry looked around, eyeing everything nervously. Draco saw him and went over to the dispenser, put in some Muggle money and came back with a condom, a couple sachets of lube and a tablet.

"What's that?" Harry asked, looking at the tablet warily.

"It's Ecstasy and we're going to share it. Don't worry, it doesn't affect us the same way it does the Muggles. It'll just loosen us up and make everything feel a bit more exaggerated, if you know what I mean."

"Drugs, Draco? I can't use drugs, James is getting out of hospital in the morning and I need to have my wits about me. I only wanted to come here so we could kiss and not draw a crowd while we had drinks together."

Harry felt the back of his trousers being unlaced and Draco kissed up the inside of his neck, "We can do that after. Please Harry, let me fuck you, let me love you."

Harry huffed and allowed Draco to unlace the back of his trousers. Then he was taken in a kiss in which a mint flavour passed between them, melting on their twining tongues, and Harry felt alive as if every nerve in his body had been shocked into sensation and it felt good.

"Loosen up, Harry. We have two hours of bliss to share, now where would you like to do it first?"

Draco had worked his hand into Harry's now backless trousers and was fingering his hole with feather-light touches that sent tingles running throughout his body.

"Fuck, feels so good," Harry mumbled, laying his face into the crook of Draco's neck and marvelling at how good kissing felt.

Draco spanked his hole with the pad of a finger sending a jolt through Harry. "Oh, let's do it up against the wall." Harry felt Draco smirk against his cheek.

He looked down and watched in the mirrored floor as Draco unlaced the front of his trousers with a whispered spell. He set his wand down on the table afterwards. Harry couldn't remember when Draco had fetched his wand from his coat, but didn't care because he was watching Draco's thick pink member rise upside down in the reflection and his bollocks pop out of the straining leather, first one side, than the other. Harry looked at the reality and the reflection, unable to decide which one he fancied staring at more.

"Suck me, Harry—get me wet," Draco commanded and as if spellbound, Harry dropped to his knees, feeling the breeze of air against his bare arse and licked a stripe up Draco's already dripping shaft.

Draco was leaning back against the table and Harry could see from stolen glances that he was watching the proceedings in the mirror on the floor. Harry still had yet to give a blow job, but everything felt so much right then and anything for Draco would be good for him. He licked Draco's cock as if it were a delightful lolly, relishing in the smoothness of his skin and the bulging of his thick veins. He swirled his tongue around the head and Draco let out a sound like, "Meep," causing Harry to chuckle against his sensitive skin. Draco threw his head back and Harry knew he was watching from above now and it felt brilliant to be so wanted as to be seen from all angles.

He took the head of Draco's cock into his mouth and gave an experimental suck, causing Draco's knees to buckle slightly and Harry helped to hold him up against the table edge with his hands on his hips and his cock in his mouth. He practised running his tongue up and down, feeling his salivary glands open up, wetting Draco thoroughly. He returned to the head to lick at the slit and sweep the pre-come out with the tip of his tongue, eliciting sighs and moans of approval and Draco's hand was in his hair, guiding his head gently, pulling slightly, but never too hard.

Harry's scalp was all nerves and the gentle hair play was almost enough to make him come in his trousers. "Draco," he said, pulling back. "I'm going to come if you keep playing with my hair."

Draco grinned down at him, his irises barely visible with the drug-induced euphoria.

"That's all right, Harry. Come back up here and let's let that cock of yours out to play too."

Harry got to his feet, knees burning, but the pleasure of the trousers on his skin and the mesh on his chest was overwhelming any pain. He felt Draco remove his glasses and heard them being set down on the table. Then his trousers were being unlaced and it felt brilliant to finally free his poor cock which had been trapped against his thigh for far too long. Draco pulled it out, followed by his balls, thick and heavy and being worked by nimble fingers.

Harry held onto Draco's shoulders for support, clasping them with his hands as if he'd never let go, the sensation was too much. He felt his cock harden further and pre-ejaculate sat on the tip until he felt Draco swipe it off with a finger and watched him slip the finger in his mouth.

"Harry, let me cuff you to the wall," Draco said in a low and dangerous voice; a voice Harry couldn't resist.

"Mhm," he mumbled and found himself being led backwards to the wall where Draco then forced him to turn towards the mirror and brought his left wrist up to fasten the furry leather cuff around. Harry felt dirty and naughty for being in such a place and gazed at his own reflection as Draco cuffed his right hand, so he was standing with his hands raised on either side of his head and pinned to the wall.

He was falling into the black tunnels ringed with green in the mirror until he realised his ankles had been cuffed also and now he was attached to the wall with only the legs of his trousers in place and Draco was on his knees behind him, probing at his backside with his nose.

"Draco?"

"Mmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Smelling you, Harry. You smell exquisite."

Harry felt Draco's tongue now, tracing his hole, sending electrical tingles up and down his torso. His nipples were painfully hard. Then Draco's tongue breached Harry, causing him to cry out Draco's name. He felt himself being stretched open and it gave a lot easier than ever. Soon he was grinding his arse back against Draco's face until he was sure Draco must be suffocating, but showed no signs of stopping.

Harry watched himself writhe in the mirror; his cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs, bollocks bouncing against Draco's chin and the feeling was so freeing and amazing, he didn't want it to stop.

But he was suddenly empty, his cock was weeping and he felt like crying to get the sensation back. "Draco, fuck me, please?" he begged.

He heard Draco chuckle and knew Draco must be studying his reflection in the mirror. Harry hated the fact that he was so nearsighted and vowed to have his eyes done, so if they did this again, he'd be able to fully enjoy it.

Soon, wet fingers were probing him open and easily three or four were slipping in and out. Harry met them with each thrust, trying desperately to take them in even deeper. "God—I want you to tear me in two. Get your cock in me, Draco Malfoy!"

The fingers left his body and he heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and then felt the sheathed head of Draco's cock teasing his entrance in circles and up and down his crack, everywhere but in.

Harry groaned in frustration; the sensations of the teasing alone were making his cock leak and he knew he could come untouched just thinking about what Draco was doing behind him. Finally he felt the head of Draco's cock enter him and was so relieved at the slight burn it made him ache for more.

"More, please, more," Harry begged.

Draco was standing behind him holding onto his cock and teasing Harry's hole with it, entering an inch and then pulling back to just the head, then entering a bit more and doing the same; it was driving Harry crazy.

Harry pushed back against one of Draco's shallow thrusts and was rewarded with a deep sharp one that nearly lifted him to his toes. Draco held onto Harry's hips and lifted him up and down on his cock as if he weighed nothing, but damn if Harry didn't feel full. He thought he'd taken Draco in further than ever in this position and was immensely proud of himself for being able to do it.

Draco was bent over at the back, resting his head against the back of Harry's shoulder, slippery with sweat and pumping into Harry hard and fast, so Harry could feel each breath, hot on his skin.

Harry so wanted to touch himself, but being attached to the wall couldn't do it. He thrust his hips forward towards the mirror, hoping to find some friction to grind against, but Draco held his hips and wouldn't let him.

"Draco, touch me!" Harry cried out, shouted to the room, loud even in his own ears.

Draco complied, reaching one hand around to stroke Harry in time with his thrusting.

"Oh, fuck, Harry. I'm gonna—" Draco left off, growling as he came, then panting into Harry's ear, still stroking his cock and giving small thrusts with his spent cock.

Harry felt his orgasm build in his belly, felt his swinging bollocks tighten and came with a shout, splashing ropes of white onto the mirrored wall.

Draco pulled out and left Harry hanging. Harry heard him cry out, "Oh, shit," just as he felt wetness seeping down his thighs.

"Draco? Draco, it's okay. Will you let me down?"

"Fucking cheap condoms, fuck. Harry, I'm so, so sorry." Draco's voice sounded like he was near tears.

"Yeah, I got that. I forgive you. Now let me down and I'll tell you what we're gonna do."

Harry heard Draco pick up his wand and walk over toward Harry. He felt himself being supported by strong muscular arms and legs and heard a whispered Relashio. The clamps sprang open and feeling rushed back into Harry's arms and wrists. Draco turned him around so they were nose to nose and had tears in his eyes.

"Hey," Harry said. "I said it's okay. I love you. We'll make it work."

"Harry, you're not thinking straight. What if you are pregnant? Do you really want to be a pregnant man?"

"Well, if it means making a baby with you, I wouldn't mind it." Harry kissed Draco softly on the lips, prodding at his bottom lip lightly with his tongue. Draco opened his mouth to Harry's insistent tongue and they began a dance, cocks dangling, come stained, arms wound around each other and tongues tangling.

Harry felt himself being pushed up against the wall again as Draco overpowered him with his snogging. Harry was secretly thrilled at the prospect of making a baby with Draco, but didn't quite know how to put it without sounding like a woman. So he said nothing, just returned Draco's kiss and welcomed him into his heart.

***

On the walk back to Grimmauld Place, restored to their former Muggle wear, Harry slipped his arm into Draco's, so they were joined at the elbows.

"We are going to have to talk about this, Harry," Draco kept saying.

"I know and I'm telling you either way it's okay with me."

"But I don't think you quite understand the repercussions, Harry. I mean it's one thing for a woman, but for a man and for that man to be you. What's the Wizarding world going to think?"

Harry stopped walking and turned Draco to look him in the eye. "I have never given a damn about what the world, Wizarding or Muggle, thinks about me. If we're on, then I'm going to put my all into it, Draco. I don't do things by halves."

"Harry, you know I love you, right?"

"I should hope so," Harry said with a laugh.

"I'm sorry I took you there tonight. I put you in danger."

"Draco, I had a blast. I want to get my eyesight fixed so we can do it again, only so this time, I can see better."

"Are you serious?" Draco asked, as they walked up the steps to number 12.

"I'm absolutely serious. Come on. Let's see what lies ahead this evening."

Draco groaned, but followed Harry inside.

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