Harco Empire | By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
[A threesome]
~~~DEBRIEF~~~
~~~ THURSDAY 19TH AUGUST ~~~
Istanbul: 23.00 (Wed) – Sofiya 11.47-12.25 (Thu) – Beograd 20.10-22.15 – Budapest Keleti: 05.08 (Fri)
Draco woke up with Harry cuddling him and both sporting hard-ons fit to support the Parthenon Frieze. He also noticed that there were train noises beneath them. Blearily he peeped out from under the bedclothes. There were his twin elves, holding bowls of steaming stew. Draco nudged Harry who slowly sat up with his nostrils flaring at the appetising aroma. The two Blakes set-to replenishing the energy expended in entertaining the punters. Once finished, they thanked their personal-elves, kissed each other and then, cuddling, fell asleep again.
Re-awoken by the shunting and attaching process in Sofia at about midday Draco and Harry felt fit enough to rise. They showered briefly, noting that the drug-effects had not worn off physically. Returning to bed they played with each other’s eager elongations. It was more of a straight wank than any special loving encounters, as they wished to go and join their colleagues in some semblance of order. Their erections did soften slightly, and they were able to tuck them into their briefs without being unduly thrilled when the fabric touched.
With rumbling tummies, the pair went to the dining saloon.
“Here come our two budding pole dancers,” Seamus greeted them.
“When is your next show and how much to get in?” added Dean, with a smirk.
“We knew you had enormous wizarding talent, but it seems that this trait applies to other areas as well.” Millicent made various lewd body movements to emphasis her point.
Ronald spluttered, going red in the face. He was trying to look sympathetic, but his glee soon overcame him, and he roared with laughter.
“So … Are we being given a show for gratis … I can’t wait?” Even Dudley could not resist a dig at the red-faced pair.
“Aren’t their hairstyles cute, it makes them very fanciable.” Pansy ran her hands through their locks.
“Come on you lot … Give them some space.” Hermione was obviously schooling her face extremely hard.
Astoria’s and Ginevra’s faces were twitching, but they did at least put consoling arms round Draco’s and Harry’s shoulders; leading them to their places at table.
Draco pouted angrily: “It’s all right for you oafs to laugh; you haven’t been overdosed with Viagra, or whatever it was. Not only did it keep us horny, but it interfered with our magic. That’s why you had to come and rescue us.”
“Who are the two new faces, we haven’t been introduced?” Harry asked, smiling at two rather delectable young men.
“I’m Fenton and this is Hyatt,” replied one of them in an American accent: “I understand we owe our freedom to the fact that you were also captured. We’d been in that bordello for about three months. We’ve also learned that your group has some very special talents.”
The young men in turn shook hands with Harry and Draco, who looked at their friends questioningly.
“There was no time for niceties, Harry. We had to apparate away rapidly, so they found out.” Hermione looked both defiant and apologetic at the same time. “They also know about elves.”
The Blakes nodded, wondering how they were to deal with the situation of two knowing muggles in their midst, so they had a mind-conference. Meanwhile, everyone set-to, eating hungrily.
H: *I think we have made our first mistake, as Merlin said we probably would.*
D: *Mmm … The evil one obviously acts in the muggle world just as much as in the Magical one. Perhaps that was what the Guéthary incident was about.*
F: *My sons, I told you that you would have to be harrowed as punishment for your foolishness. I hope you have learned your lesson.*
D: *Yes Fawkes, we have.*
H: *I get the feeling that these two Americans are ‘good people’. I don’t think we should Oblivate them; do you?*
D: *No, I agree, though I’m not sure what we should do with them.*
H: *I expect the Creator’s plan will make itself apparent in a bit, so we’ll just have to be patient.*
F: *As you surmised, so it is, my children.*
D: *The others are looking at us; let’s continue this when we’re more private.*
F: *Even good can come out of evil, my children; a useful lesson and one that adds more people to your support group.*
D: *It’s all right for you perched there; you didn’t have to go through all that degradation.* Draco scowled at Fawkes, who ruffled his feathers and looked smug.
“Did you manage to collect our things?” asked Harry, in between mouthfuls. “They took our medallions off us.”
“That was our job, Harry,” Pullet replied. “We got to be magical safe crackers, it was great fun. Bobby and Robbie have everything secure.”
“Thanks Pullet. Perhaps you’d better tell us your side of the story. Ours was a fairly mundane abduction. Given drugged coffee in a carpet shop; woke up being shaved, fed a sex drug and exhibited. The drug only wore off at the end and you were already organised.”
“Why did you accept the coffee?” Hermione asked, scowling.
“We thought we were being treated like genuine customers buying carpets and they were being hospitable hoping to get a sale. We had our eye on a gorgeous carpet to replace the threadbare one in the tapestry room,” Draco replied, grimacing slightly.
“So why go to a dodgy shop?” asked Pansy.
“It didn’t look dodgy … At least … No dodgier than all the rest!” Harry replied: “There were many others in that alley and the proprietor seemed most eager to make a sale. We know better now. Let me explain … After visiting the Blue Mosque, we went into the bazaar and became lost and this helpful bloke said he would show us the way to the station. He probably had abducting us in his mind right from the beginning.”
“It seems that asking the way to the station was a code, Harry,” Hyatt informed them: “We were abducted in a carpet shop, also. As they did with Harry and Draco we were shaved, drugged and exhibited. They kept us chained up to begin with; so we couldn’t escape. Later on; we were so drugged up that escape was only a far-off dream. Talking to the others we realised we would eventually be released and would probably have enough money to stay away from Father for a bit longer. We did sleep with other clients, if you see what I mean; American boys were at a premium; so, we earned more than some of the locals.”
“The owners kept meticulous books.” Phealey put in: “So we ensured that Hyatt and Fenton got their proper earnings. The little you two earned went into the kitty, here; whilst you snoozed your heads off.”
“Sorry we slept through our rescue, but we were totally shagged-out after our ordeal. Thank you all for rescuing us.” Draco gave the friends a florid bow.
“Interesting turn of phrase that,” Gregory said, suppressing a giggle: “If we hadn’t rescued you that was to be your next prospect. Some of those boys had been through the mill many times and were rather cross about us interrupting their money making.”
“That’s the reason we had to get out quickly,” Hermione told them.
“Rather cross; is making it too mild, Greg.” Millicent snorted: “They were absolutely furious; many had walked miles from their poor villages. They were willing abductees, if you see what I mean, hence the code. They wanted nothing to do with being rescued. Five years in that brothel and they would be able to buy a farm and have capital enough to stock it reasonably.”
“That’s why we only took what was owing to you four humans,” added Pullet.
“So … tell us, please?”
“Well … After Dean and I had seen all the architectural marvels on our list, we had some time on our hands,” Seamus started. “Some of those touts had given us cards advertising sexual delights. In fact, we had a small collection of them. We discarded the obviously hetero ones and then picked the homo one nearest ter us on the map.”
“We had some trouble finding it and then some more getting in,” Dean continued: “it was quite expensive. Drinks in hand we wandered round the attractions. Very stimulating! There were all kinds of peepshows; all gay, of course. Naturally we followed the crowd and that led us into the main arena. Merlin … Those boys were hot.” Dean gave a quick wink at Hyatt. “We watched the various cages as they came around, not being sure how things worked.”
“Having seen the amounts of money changing hands fer tokens we decided that just watching would suit our, by now, meagre pockets,” Seamus took over: “We scrutinised each participant; almost being tempted ter pool our remaining funds and have a go.” Here he looked lasciviously at Fenton, who lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “We had worked our way terwards the front when me Lover gasped and pointed. There was a certain dark-haired green-eyed wizard gyrating his tush, especially ter entertain the punters.”
“Then we spotted this dishy silver haired bloke giving an equally entertaining show,” Dean took up the narration: “It was obvious to us that you were both out of it and on something, so we decided you needed rescuing. Using the medallions; we gathered the others fairly quickly and went to do some planning in a nearby café. Not knowing who to approach officially we concocted our own plan. Hermione was her usual bossy self and got us organised properly.”
Hermione threw a bread bun at Dean: “Well you lot were wallowing around as usual, someone had to take charge.”
“And very well you did it darling.” Ronald gave his beloved a quick peck. “Pansy has this mist making charm to which Millie added a stupefying hex. Bobby and Robbie made a wind charm and they blew the paralysing mist into the main arena. We all laid immunity spells on each other and we went in. We then had to find the door and that dormitory; that’s where the elves came up trumps. They cast stupefying hexes on the attendants and we went to wake you two up. You were comatose, nothing we could do with you. Even a Vulnera Sannelto wouldn’t work on you.”
“Meanwhile, Pans and I had managed to wake some of the young men at the far end of the bed from you,” put in Millicent, looking at the two newcomers: “That’s when pandemonium broke out. We found out that, all but these two, the rest didn’t want to be rescued. Try as we might we couldn’t persuade them otherwise, and they began to get violent. Us girls had a pow-wow with Hermione and organised the boys to Mobilicorpus and side-along apparate the four of you. Pullet and Phealey had by this time rescued your belongings from the safe. So, us girls oblivated the masses, time lapse enervated the frozen ones and apparated after the boys. When we arrived, they had put you to bed.”
“We managed to get our two American friends offered berths in the main train, but the beds are booked from Sofia onwards.”
“Erm … Harry and Draco … Erm … Instead, we sort of suggested that Hyatt could come in with you, on the upper bunk.” Dean looked apologetic. “Fenton has agreed to bunk with us two on the same basis. At least we all have the same mind set, if you see what I mean.”
Draco grimaced and then went into a mind meld with Harry and their wives. “It seems our fates have bound us to together, Hyatt. Welcome to our cabin.” Draco gave the handsome American the once over, as he shook hands with him. That earned Draco mental kicks from both Harry and Fawkes.
There were, of course, many amusing individual encounters that just had to be revealed:
The two Americans told how they were taking a year out, before returning to the States to start in Hyatt’s father’s chemical firm.
“Neither of us was good at chemistry or physics, so he’s pushing us into management. We’re not that enamoured with desk jobs either.” Hyatt grimaced.
“He’s okay with us being buddies, as long as we’re buddies in the firm as well.” Fenton continued: “We got the year off on the promise that we research the family connections in Europe; not that we’ve found much yet, but then … We weren’t trying all that hard either.”
“What family names were you pursuing?” Draco asked.
“Graham, Scharnhorst, Amis and Petain; they’re the grandparents’ surnames”
“We have an Amis at Godric’s Hollow, she keeps a general store there,” Dudley put in.
“Well … Maybe we need to investigate that … A store, you say … That’s how we met … Stocking shelves to earn some pin-money during our senior years.”
D: *That’s the part of the plan; isn’t it, Fawkes?*
F: *Yes!*
G: *So, even good can come out of the bad things that happen to us.*
F: *That’s what I was telling you earlier, my children.*
It seemed that the Americans rather liked shop work and the conversation drifted round to descriptions of the places everyone had visited; all interspersed with teasing Draco and Harry some more. It was almost dinnertime before the party came down from its high.
During that time Pullet and Draco went into our pair’s cabin. Pullet, being the potions professor that he was, had taken a sample of the orange juice drug that had been used to quieten down both the muggles and the mages. Using Draco’s portable potions valise and Pullet’s equivalent, they set up a temporary potions’ lab in the bathroom. Both of them had some idea as to what it might contain. Quite obviously, the orange juice had to hide the flavour of what it contained, so that had ruled out quite a few substances. After an hour or so they came out looking triumphant.
“It’s very clever,” started Draco: “There are a number of substances in minute quantities all used normally with little effect, however when distilled, in the same way that local Raki is produced, they can have more potent effects.”
“We found traces of valerian and sesame oil,” continued Pullet: “Those two in their natural state are used as relaxatives, but distilled, are quite potent. Tribulus and Eurycoma are known mild aphrodisiacs which if condensed become equally effective. Those were the essences we expected to find.”
“It took us some time to sort out the other ingredients. Venus chickpeas were one source, having both kinds of effects. The last was very naughty and came from macula pruriens. Its pods produce itching substances. As you can imagine that made their implements very sensitive to manipulation.”
“I can tell you from personal experience that that sensitivity is very exciting.” Draco had to adjust himself at the thought.
~~~ BORDERS ~~~
Having been shunted at Sofia and attached to another train; they were now at a border station, where a thorough customs check was being made. This station was a couple of miles short of the actual border.
Well … Balkans thorough! The friends watched in astonishment as a little charade was played out.
The customs officials got on at the front of the long train and passengers with big bags got off at the back, next door to the private carriages. A procession of sorts went over the lines, up a side street, behind a couple of houses and then reappeared at the front of the train. As the customs officials disembarked at the back, they had a few unwary people with them, but the bulk of the passengers and bags were now resuming their seats from the front. A polite search was made of their private carriages; but nothing was said, apart from a formal thank you, after their passports had been perused.
The train continued until the actual border was reached – nothing more than a couple of posts with notices on them. After the border was safely passed all the main train windows slid down; the passengers were throwing the bags to their friends who were lining the side of the tracks to receive them. All sorts of conveyances were there: handcarts, wheelbarrows, horses and carts, ancient tractors with trailers, rust ridden vans etc. When the other border station was reached in another mile or so – of course no-one had anything to declare. The new set of customs officials found nothing untoward and the smugglers were therefore allowed to alight and depart to their homes.
~~~ THREESOME? ~~~
Instead of renewing their Istanbul discourse after dinner, the party enjoyed their several pastimes until it was time to retire. Draco and Harry needed to work off each other’s protrusions again, because there were still traces of the drug still active.
Draco initiated the debauchery by unzipping Harry: “Does your Lover have one as big as this Hyatt.”
“I’m not quite sure. Perhaps if I felt it, I could gauge things better.”
“Okay; have a play.”
“Don’t I have a say in what goes on then?”
“Sorry Harry, I thought you were okay with it.”
“I am, but I want reciprocal rights.”
“No problem, my friend.” In one quick movement Hyatt removed his lower garments and placed a rapidly hardening horn into Harry’s hand.”
“Um … nice and hot!”
Draco pouted: “Don’t I get a handful then? After all I did initiate the liaison.”
“Tell you what Harry, I fancy being plugged, would you do the honours, please?”
Harry stroked Hyatt’s curves, soon finding a willing pucker and Hyatt’s hand holding some lubrication. Harry was soon plugged in. Hyatt wiggled around; ensuring Harry had maximum pleasure before a mind-blowing culmination. Meanwhile Hyatt’s hands were busy pleasuring Draco. His fingers hit spots that the Slytherin did not know were erotic centres. Soon Draco offered his orifice to the American and a Hyatt sandwich took place.
After a brief rest, Harry became the middle man, glorying in a double sensation which, via Hyatt’s skills lasted nearly an hour before its triple climax. A short rest had Draco squashed between the other two. It was well after midnight before their enjoyment ceased. Feeling relieved that the drug’s effect was now wearing off, Hyatt climbed into his bunk; thus allowing the Blakes to cuddle to sleep without any stiffness poking between them.
~~~ FRIDAY 20TH AUGUST ~~~
By the time breakfast was served in Budapest Keleti station, they had already been in the spare platform for at least two hours. It also meant that long showers were possible beforeand, because they were hooked up to the water supply. After allowing Hyatt to shower first, Draco and Harry had no real urge to make their shower salacious, being content to lovingly soap each other and pat each other dry afterwards.
Over breakfast, with meaningful looks at our pair, the rest of the friends decided to do everything together this time, inviting the two Americans to come along. Trams and a cable hauled railway took them to the top of a hill; where a narrow-gauge railway steam train awaited them. Aggie had especially booked it for them. What was surprising, though; was the age of the staff. All younger teenagers very smartly dressed in uniforms who saluted the train as it passed through their station. Being high up there were delicious glimpses of the city and views through the trees over the surrounding countryside.
“The Pioneer Railway is a left-over from the communist regime,” Aggie explained: “It was intended to instruct young railway workers before they left full time education. A sort of half way stage, so to speak. Now it has taken off as a tourist attraction, and still serves its original purpose too. We’re due to have a coffee break at the other end, and that is part of an equivalent hotel training course. I suppose it’s a bit like Hogwarts was for you, magical training for a magical job in later life. Only yours was a little more lively than usual.”
That got Aggie appreciative titters from her audience and an explanation about Hogwarts for the two guests.
“You mean we can be taught magic,” Hyatt said with wide open eyes.
“We were taught how to use our inbuilt talent,” explained Millicent haughtily: “It’s not like those cheap music-hall prestidigitation shows.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but you have to have the gene first.” Draco was trying to be diplomatic: “We don’t think you have it, because our American Academy would have offered you places. However, we can get someone to run a test in England.”
“It’s genetic? Oh! Never mind, it’ll be like being gay – either you have it or you don’t.”
“The genes are very recessive,” Hermione had a lecturing tone: “Both parents have to have them from both of their parents. Even then the aptitude may not be triggered. There is a theory that the fluence is a sort of combined communal entity that keeps a limit on how many Homo Thaumiens are active in the world at any one time.”
“Are they a separate race from Homo Sapiens then?”
“We are developing theories about the origins of the magical races at the moment. There are not that many genetic differences between the elves, the goblins and ourselves. Probably the elves have some pygmy traits and the goblins some Neanderthal traits. GIFTS, our university, has a department studying the genetic possibilities. Then, we have to include the fairies, the satyrs and the centaurs as well. The basis is obviously Darwinian but where the different races broke away from the evolutionary tree is, as yet, indistinct.”
“Not met any goblins yet, but I suppose having met elves that it’s possible. You’re selling us a line, surely, about satyrs and centaurs. You’ll next be saying dragons exist as well.”
The mages laughed. Ronald was first to recover: “There are. Three of us rode on one’s back a few years ago. Before we met you, we had just visited the dragon sanctuary in Romania, where my brother works as a keeper. Harry can talk to the cognitive ones.”
“Cognitive?”
“Some have communication powers with us humans. Some don’t,” explained Hermione: “We suppose it’s another division in the tree of life, somewhere in the long distant past.”
Hyatt had a slightly glazed look: “Err … Thanks … What happens next?”
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