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Sleeping Dogs	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 69093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CH10—Harry Catches A Mate
Draco had once again run across Harry, the boy relentless in stalking him down, this time waiting till after dinner to find him. Draco knew why, and he wasn't by any means pleased by it, having avoided Harry twice that day and now caught.
“I already told them both no, Potter.”
“Come on...” Harry whined, green eyes wide and pleading, even thought his smile was bordering on dodgy.
“You know why,” Draco snarled, glaring at the gorgeous nuisance.
“It's just one time, Malfoy,” Harry insisted, smile widening to full out deranged.
“Yeah, like that's ever going to fucking happen.” Draco stopped from where he was walking towards the Slytherin common room, Harry blocking his path. “Do I strike you as some sort of bitch, Potter?”
“Oh... I dunno... you are very pretty, Draco,” Harry lowered his lashes, smile changing to sweet as he stepped up to the boy and tried to kiss him.
Draco was having none of it, grabbing Harry by the shirt front and keeping him at arm's length. “I am not spreading for your fucking alpha to join your pack. It's a deal breaker, and that's final.”
The deranged look was back in Harry's eye, and Draco knew he should listen to his wolf and fucking leave before the boy did something terrible and potentially convincing.
“You sure? Even if you could be my mate?”
Draco narrowed his eyes, looking Harry over slowly, his wolf whining in his ear in warning. “What does that even mean, Potter? You're a fucking pack bitch. I'd have better luck choosing a bag of crisps for a mate—it would be shared less.”
Harry licked his lips, a familiar blush rising on the boy's face. Draco cursed inwardly and reminded himself that talking mean never worked the right way with Harry anymore. It was also a terrible habit he just couldn't seem to break himself out of since Harry looked just so sexy like that.
“I could mate with a fucking hat collecting money for charity, and it would pass through fewer hands than you do...” Harry's eyes widened, and Draco couldn't help himself. He stepped forward, pushing the boy towards the wall.
“A god damn pack of cigarettes would have less lip sucking action than your fucking hole, Potter,” he muttered, Harry's heels hitting the wall and forcing the brunette to stop suddenly, hands pressing against the stone behind him as he stared at Draco in wonder. “Every plate in the Great fucking Hall has been eaten off of less than you're tight ass has been eaten out of.”
“Whoa... I'm totally writing that one down,” Harry said breathlessly, face tilted up as Draco brushed his nose to his. “Come on, wolfie... you know you want me...”
“Everyone wants you,” Draco growled lowly, seemingly not able to break away from Harry's hazy gaze. “Fucking look at you.”
Harry shrugged unconcernedly. “I want you. And sometimes, some other warm, hard bodies that are damn friendly enough to me. But mostly, just you. And, if you were my mate, you could decide if those other hard bodies I was considering are even available.”
Draco huffed, his breath bouncing back at him since he had yet to move from his close proximity to Harry's mouth. “Except your alpha.”
“Except Remus, yes... and Sirius,” Harry added, his deranged smile returning. “They're usually a package deal trying to keep me satisfied. And I fucking like it, so too bad.”
“I'm nobody's bitch, Potter.” Draco stated, remembering again why he was not in any way, shape, or form interested in joining Remus's pack—or any werewolf pack, for that matter, that insisted on fucking every member that joined.
“Its just one time, wolfie.” Harry murmured, tongue reaching out to lick Draco's lips. “And I could wear him out real good beforehand. He'd be lucky if he could lift his finger, never mind his dick once I'm done with him.”
“Not fucking happening,” Draco gritted out, Harry's tongue trying to slip in and taste him. He grabbed the boy by the face, holding him firm against the wall. Harry started panting in the hold, eyes intent, mouth somehow redder when particularly horny.
“Potter, once I was in your little pack, that sick fuck would have me anytime he fucking wanted—just because he knew he could as my alpha, and because it would fucking piss me off. I'm not falling for it.”
“No he wouldn't... not if you wore your silver necklace. He can barely stand you as it is—and Siri would be pissed if Remi wasted his energy on anyone besides him, anyways.” Draco did not look convinced and Harry whined, biting his lower lip in a ridiculously adorable plea.
“I don't like things up my ass, mutt.”
“Hmm... I don't think you've ever actually had anything up your ass, Mr. Prissy.” Harry shot back, smiling widely when Draco blinked and glared, having guessed correctly. “That's what I thought. All big talk, and very little walk... Although, who's to say anything could fit around the stick you have permanently lodged up there?” Harry added, his eyebrows wagging lewdly.
Not liking where this was suddenly going, Draco pushed Harry's face harder into the wall, then rolled his eyes when the boy moaned. It really was impossible to deal with the mutt. Fighting was sex. Talking shit was sex. Fuck, breathing quietly while reading a book was probably sex to Potter. The boy was a god damn slut, and the idea of being his mate was damn fucking appealing.
“You know, wolfie, I could always go find that pack of wild dogs you keep talking about, and let one of them pick me for a mate,” Harry taunted silkily. “I'm sure they wouldn't mind a quick ride with Remi.”
“First of all, Potter, I mentioned the fucking pack of street dogs once—once! And you can't fucking let it go.” Draco grumbled, licking between his fingers that were currently keeping Harry's face in place, and catching the boy's lips. “Secondly, if you're that fucking hard up for dog dick, then by all means. You'll likely need the whole pack to replace me though, seeing how my pretty white wolf fills you just the fuck enough, and then a fucking couple hours more, for good measure.”
Harry gave a soft whimper at the reminder, tongue reaching out, catching on Draco's palm and moving between the fingers spread by his mouth. “I didn't say that, wolfie. I just said if you didn't want to be my mate...”
“Did I say I didn't want to be your mate?” Draco asked lowly, tongue slipping out again and touching the tip of Harry's lightly.
Harry blinked, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to think back to their conversation, his mind a little addled by the sudden tongues and hand to his face... not to mention Draco's words of earlier... “I remember something about plates being eaten off of... less than my ass...”
Draco smirked, his hand leaving the boy's face and moving down to brush Harry's neck instead, fingers curling lightly as he stroked his throat. “The giant squid doesn't have enough tentacles to fill the fucking gaping hole in your ass...”
Deranged smile very firmly back in place, Harry snickered, chin tilting up to give Draco more access to his throat as the boy dipped down and licked him.
“The fucking school snitch has been caught less times in its history than you've been jerked off... or jerked on, for that matter...”
Harry groaned, eyes closing. “Fuck... okay...”
“Actually, I bet if I were to check your pretty pink hole, I might find that the whole goddamn Gryffindor quidditch team has had a ride in there.”
“Ha... ah... funny, dickhead...”
Draco raised an eyebrow, leaning up again to meet Harry's eye. “Wasn't joking. They're so far up your ass as it is, I can only imagine they know it personally.”
Harry panted softly, eyes gleaming wickedly. “The only one up my ass on the field is you, mostly because you're behind me when I'm winning.”
“Could just really like the view...” Draco murmured, kissing the boy slowly.
Harry pulled away. “Nope, pretty sure I'm just awesome.” He gave Draco an accessing look, biting his lip as he thought. “Wolfie... lets go somewhere. And I can show you some stuff... and you can decide if you might be willing to try it once—just once, to join the pack and be my mate.”
Draco's wolf was whining in his ear again, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember why.
“And you know... if you happen to like it...” Harry smirked, face flushed as he tugged on Draco's arms, pulling the boy down the corridor. “Well, I'm sure you could think of some creative ways to deal with that. Maybe even with my mutt...”
The boy was full out blushing, and Draco had to wonder if Harry had been thinking about this for a while now. “I don't know how to break it to you, but my wolf is really not into—”
Harry turned, eyes a bit wide, and kissed him quickly. “Didn't mean the wolf.”
Ah. Eyebrows permanently stuck somewhere in his hairline, Draco stared at the now completely red Harry, face, neck, and likely chest flushed as well. “And why would you think...?”
“Um... so I had asked Siri how he had learned that trick,” Harry mumbled softly, staring at Draco's chin. “And it seemed, although in every other way a total alpha, manly wolf, uh, Remi lets Padfoot...” He trailed off, waving his hand.
That the boy could do so many nasty things with the four legged creatures and yet still not say something as simple as 'fuck' unless halfway in the act of said fucking or cursing rudely, was beyond Draco. It was damn endearing, though. “You're telling me the werewolf spreads for the dog, but not for Black?”
Harry nodded, eyes bright, lips parted again. “Yeah... Remi told me he likes it a lot... that I shouldn't feel bad for liking it, because it's just that fucking good...” Harry swallowed, open mouth pressing to Draco's cheek. “So I thought, maybe you might...?”
Draco really had no idea if he ever might ever consider that as something to do, no matter how much Harry blushed. “I think you better focus on trying to convince me of the one time problem first, mutt,” he said, his voice sounding a bit too hoarse in his ears.
Harry smirked, once again that crazy look glinting in his eye. “'Cus you want to be my mate,” he taunted, licking his lips.
“No, I want to make sure you don't go off to live on the fucking city streets with that pack you're obsessed with, you hopeless slut,” Draco growled.
“Oh, I think you want to be my mate...”
“Yeah, well I think you want to ride hippogriff dick.”
Harry laughed breathlessly, eyes hazy as Draco once again pushed him up against the wall. “Fuck... well you make it sound so fucking appealing...”
“You've got problems, Potter,” Draco murmured, biting the boy's jaw lightly.
Harry shook his head, a soft moan escaping his panting lips. “My only problem is not having you inside me right this fucking second, Malfoy. Everything else about me is fucking fine.”
“Fine... tight... begging for it...” Draco agreed, nipping Harry's neck sharply.
“Oh, I can beg, wolfie. If that's what you want...” Harry whispered, wetting his lips when Draco turned his way again.
Staring at the flushed boy, Draco was fairly certain he was making the wrong move here, and could not, for the life of him, remember why that was. “Beg me, Harry. Let me fucking hear it.”
“On my knees?” Harry asked, slowly sliding down his body before Draco could answer. Breathing in sharply, Draco braced his arms on the wall as he stared down at the incredibly sexy boy.
“Please, Draco. Please be my mate. Please join my pack, and have me every day, every time you want to, anyway you want to, any form you want to. I need you—all of you—to make me feel right.”
It was the stillness that did it, Harry's wicked glint long gone from him as he looked up at Draco in genuine vulnerability. He really should have listened to his wolf, Draco realized weakly, even as he fell to his knees and kissed Harry as deeply and demandingly as he needed.
“Okay, Harry, I'll do it.” Draco whispered hoarsely, nearly knocked to the ground by the force of Harry's returning hug. “So you'll be my mate. Always.”
“Thank you, Draco,” Harry beamed, mouth buried around his ear.
Draco nodded, pulling back to stare at the tears brimming in the boy's eyes. “Because I love you.” Before Harry could start bawling, which he was very prone to do when hearing those particular words from Draco, he surged forward and kissed the dark haired boy swiftly.
There would probably be some issues at home with mating with Harry, likely Draco being disowned or just threatened with death. But Draco figured having a pack meant having a place to stay if that happened. And hell, having a mate meant having far larger concerns than caring what his parents thought about things. It meant taking care of Harry, keeping him from his fucked up relatives, and any stray beast that might think to hurt or have his scrappy little mutt.
Those were problems Draco was more than happy to deal with, just to see Harry smile like he was right then.
Draco was far less interested in facing the trouble of having to join the pack. But Harry had a particularly heated look in his eye, and Draco imagined the boy might just know a thing or two about how a hole might enjoy being filled. Actually, Draco was fairly certain Harry had a damn many good ideas on it, and decided to think up some clever lines to go along with what Harry had to have been up to get such experience—likely starting with the hippogriff.
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