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Barking Dogs Do Not Bite	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14074 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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BARKING
DOGS DO NOT BITE

NOT BETAD NOT BETAD NOT BETAD

Chapter
18

Harry sat on his
motorcycle with Draco snuggled against his back and was grateful for
it. Grateful, that he had been strong-minded enough to go down to the
garage and pull the bike out to get under way without molesting Draco
in any possible way.

At first he had thought about taking the
Mustang, but the wonderful prospect of seeing Draco in a riding suit
had almost overloaded his hormones and he had quickly changed his
mind. Twenty minutes later he knew he had made a big, big mistake. He
hadn't had a second riding gear, but had resized a thicker leather
trouser and a jacket to fit Draco and one of his fantasies had come
true seeing Draco like that.

Huge, innocent eyes looked up at
him, asking silently if Harry approved of the outfit and he wanted
nothing more than grabbing the blond and peel every piece of clothing
off the delicate body to worship it.

Harry gulped constrained
and flinched when Draco tensed his legs to shift on the pillion. He
took his right hand from the handle and reached back to rest it on
Draco's thigh. A small gesture, intended to calm Draco, turned into
another temptation for Harry's libido. He felt the leather tightly
stretching across Draco's leg, even through his gloves, and allowed
his hand to slither along the thigh to grab one bum cheek
possessively. The blond's arms tightened around his waist and he
smirked in delight.

He pulled the bike over at the usual spot
and turned the engine off. Draco loosened his arms from his waist and
dismounted. “Why do we stop?” He asked, after taking his
helmet off. Harry kicked the kickstand down and dismounted from the
bike as well. Unhurriedly, he took off his gloves and helmet, ran his
hands through his hair and opened his jacket to fetch his packet of
fags.

“Well, do you think we picked a mask for you for
nothing?” The brunet asked and lit his cigarette.

“What's
this? Already giving your bad-boy image a warm-up?” Draco
growled and took a step back from the smoke that the wind carried his
way. Harry sighed and rubbed his lover's upper arm.

“Sorry,
I'm always a bit tense before I get there.”

“No
shit?” Draco exclaimed sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “Put
that thing out.” He demanded and scrunched up his face when
Harry brought the fag once again to his mouth to take a deep drag and
lift one corner of his mouth in a half-smile. “Well, fine if
you prefer that smoke more than a good-luck-kiss from me, I'm okay
with it.” Draco said dismissively and pulled his dog-mask out
of his pocket.

He unfolded the soft leather and tried a bit
clumsily to pull the mask over his face. Harry flicked the cigarette,
in favour of the promised kiss, away and snatched the mask out of
Draco's hands. “Let me.” He said, but pulled the blond
into a demanding kiss, instead of fastening the mask. He wrapped one
strong arm around Draco's still too slender waist, when the young man
struggled to break the kiss. He shoved his hand under the leather
jacket , rubbing the warm skin that stretched over Draco's hipbone
and the blond succumbed.

“You taste like an ashtray.”
Draco grumbled, when they broke apart, but couldn't suppress the
impulse to lick his deep-red, swollen lips. Harry chuckled quietly
and let go off Draco, to help him with the mask. He gently pushed all
blond strands out of his face and pulled the mask over his face. With
one smooth movement he reached around Draco's head and closed the
mask carefully, without catching any hair.

Dark brown eyes
stared up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to the leather-hidden
nose. “Don't worry, in a moment or two, you won't feel the mask
anymore.” Draco only snorted. Harry pulled his own mask out of
one pocket and in a matter of seconds he had pulled it over his
head.

“Ready?” He asked, straddling the bike and
patting the pillion seat, and finally Draco understood where they
would drive now and nervousness spread in his stomach. He kneaded his
hands and looked uncomfortably at the motorcycle.

“Eurm...
well, do you think... I mean what do you mean...”

“Draco,
don't you dare tell me now you want to chicken out and pestered me
for nothing.“ Harry said, half laughing, half grumbling. Draco
glowered at him hard enough that Harry could see the narrowed brown
eyes even with the sparse light the street lamp offered.

“I.
Do. Not. Chicken. Out.” The blond said through gritted teeth,
before straddling the bike with new found determination. “What
are you waiting for? I don't have all day.” Draco said loftily
but fell into profanities when Harry laughed while starting the
engine.

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The brunette knocked forcefully at the
roller shutter while reaching with his free hand for Draco's slender
digits. They were freezing cold and he pulled Draco closer to wrap
his arm over the smaller man's shoulders to let him absorb some
warmth Harry radiated. “Promise me to stay by my side.”
He murmured and pressed a kiss to one leather-covered temple.

The
roller shutter rattled excruciatingly loud in the silence of the
night, when someone pulled it open. Draco instantly knew, remembering
Harry's descriptions, that this Robert bloke was facing them and
grinning wickedly at Harry. His look wandered over to Draco and the
grin died immediately. “What's this, Evans? Bringing your own
fan club, now? Or should I say groupie?” He laughed at his own
joke and didn't notice Harry letting go of Draco and storming over to
him, until the brunet's hand curled around his throat.

“Careful,
Robert.” Harry hissed, not caring that he was smaller than the
other man. “He is no groupie, is that understood?” The
big man nodded awkwardly and looked down at Harry with something akin
to fear. “You'll keep an eye on him when I'm in the ring, won't
you?” Robert nodded again and got free from Harry's hand.

The
former Golden Boy turned slowly around and simply held his hand out
for Draco, who obeyed and stepped closer to take hold of it. They
went inside the warehouse and the blond young man wasn't that sure
any more, if he wanted to be here. People were yelling and cheering
while two men fought in the centre, not even stopping when blood ran
down their faces and torsos.

All in all the entire bunch,
in Draco's opinion, was completely off their sodding trolleys. They
hadn't even noticed the opening and closing of the roller
shutter.

Harry held his hand in a firm grip, what he was
grateful for -otherwise, he thought, he might get lost- and led him
away from the masses to a small hallway that was obviously only for
the participants of the event. Two bulk men stood at the entrance,
but allowed Harry and him access without moving even one muscle in
their faces.

He could still hear the yelling and screaming and
profanities and sometimes, he thought, the pain filled grunts of the
two fighting men, but the thick walls dulled the sounds to an
endurable level. Harry kept quiet
and didn't turn around once to check if he was all right, until they
reached a massive steel door that looked like all the others that
lined the hallway. The brunet opened the door with ease and allowed
Draco to enter first. He appreciated the gesture, he certainly did,
but in his opinion Harry had chosen the wrong moment to show off his
gentleman skills.

Draco apprehensively entered the room, not
knowing where Harry had led him, and his eyes tried to scan the area
quickly. It was a small, badly lit room with no window and the last
time this closet had seen fresh air must have been ages ago. Pressed
against the left wall he saw a shabby
filthy sofa, against the right wall stood a couple of lockers and at
the wall opposite was a small table with a mirror resting on it that
it looked like a parody of a dressing table.

A young man sat
on a chair and stared into the mirror and Draco saw him watching them
with help of the reflection. Harry closed the door and stepped behind
Draco, resting one hand on his hip. The young man turned around on
the chair and stood up. He smiled at Harry, and Draco saw that he was
lusting after Potter, even though he probably only knew him with the
dog mask on. Draco, on the other hand, was completely ignored by the
milksop.

“Hello, Mr Evans.” The man, Draco wanted
to say 'boy', purred. “I wondered when you'd arrive today.
Shall we begin?” Without waiting for an answer he went over to
the lockers, opened one and pulled out heavy looking knee-high
combat boots and a pair of green army trousers, made of thick, heavy
fabric.

The blond looked suspiciously at the items and turned
around. “What does he...” he snarled the pronoun and his
upper lip curled into a sneer “...wants to begin with?”
Even with the mask hiding Harry's face, he could see the man's
unease.

“Well, he helps me... dress.” Harry
mumbled and pulled nervously at one ear of his mask.

Draco's
head spun around that his neck muscles tensed painfully for a moment,
and he glared at the other bloke. “Dress?” He asked, the
word thickly laced with jealousy, and didn't bother with the big hand
that landed on his arm to probably calm him. The smug grin on the
lips of this annoying milksop just infuriated him more and he wanted
to bitch slap it off his bloody face.

“Out.” He
bit out through gritted teeth.

“I won't go, if Mr
Evans...”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out! You won't dress
anyone here tonight. That'll be my task from now on. And now bugger
off.”

“But, sir...” The younger boy whined
and looked up at Harry with huge, pleading eyes. Draco was all of a
sudden absolutely convinced that the child couldn't be older than
sixteen and was already lusting after a man, who was only twenty-one
himself but had seen far more than others would ever see in their
entire life.

Harry shook his head and ran his hand without
any subtlety over Draco's bum. “No, Alex. If he wants you gone,
you'll go.” The brunet said coldly, without bothering about the
heartbreaking look in Alex' eyes.

“Mr Evans, you can't
be serious. I always helped you.” The boy exclaimed, still
holding the trousers and shoes in his hands. “And just because
this... this nancy weaseled his way in your bed, you send me away?”
He added, like the petulant child he apparently was.

Draco
felt Harry getting mad and wasn't particularly surprised when Harry
shoved him aside, stalking over to the child. “Alex, I warn
you...” Even though he couldn't stand the little bugger, he
couldn't allow that he got hurt. He hurried over to the other two and
curled his fingers around Harry's left upper arm.

“I
think you should go now, boy.”

“I don't need your
help, arsehole.” Alex yelled, but dropped the items he still
held and stormed out of the room, aka closet.

The door
slammed shut and Harry turned towards Draco with a broad grin, but it
fell the moment he saw the blond glare daggers at him. “What?”
He asked oafishly and increased Draco's anger only a bit more.

“I
can't believe you. You have a minor dresser? What sick kink's that of
you?” Draco yelled, sounding almost hysterical.

“WHAT?
I'm not paedophilic. That's plain sick. He's only trying to earn his
pocket money. Draco, I sent the boy away because you wanted it and
said you'd help me from now on.”

The blond snorted and
turned away from Harry to look at his reflection in the mirror
resting on the small table. He looked so... odd with brown eyes and
this dog-mask... certainly odd. “Well, and what will you do the
next time I'm not accompanying you? Calling for your little, minor
call-boy?”

Harry was behind him in no time and pressed
him against the edge of the table. He felt his heavy breathing
against his neck and the warmth sent tingles down his spine. “Don't
Draco, don't! I'm already on the edge and don't need this bollocks.
So, it's best if you keep your mouth shut, unless you want to put it
to good use.”

Even though he'd heard the slight threat
in Harry's words, Draco was turned on, especially at the ideas that
sprang to his mind about putting his mouth to good use. The blond
stuck out his bum and began rubbing it against Harry's
crotch.

“Fuck. Fuck you, Draco Malfoy.” Harry
moaned and grabbed the blond's hips with both hands. He heard Draco
chuckle and turned the smaller man slowly around to hear what so
funny was, but Draco pressed their bodies together and rose up on his
tiptoes to bring his mouth incredibly close to his ear.

“Not
yet, Potter. Not yet.” He whispered and his hands wandered down
to Harry's trouser buttons. “So, what was that again about
helping you dress?” He asked seductively and Harry wondered,
even though he was incredibly turned on, where Draco had learned to
talk like that. He allowed the blond to open all of his fly buttons,
before taking hold of the thin wrist and pushing the hand against his
waiting arousal.

Where was his little,scared Draco? Or had he
been like that in Hogwarts and Harry hadn't noticed back then? He
felt this nasty possessive streak again awakening and kept Draco's
hand firmly pressed against his fully erect manhood. His arousal
wasn't especially helpful while he already felt edgy. “Draco,
why don't we...”

The heavy steel door was pushed open
without the appropriate polite knock and Robert stared at them from
the hall. Draco wrenched his hand out of Harry's grip and pulled it
out of the brunet's open trousers. “James, your turn. It's
time.” The big, buff man announced in a deep voice and didn't
bat an eyelid at the scene in front of him.

“I'll be
out in a moment.” Harry grumbled dissatisfied and didn't wait
for Robert to close the door again before pulling his jacket off and
throwing it through the room. The door slammed shut and the tall
brunet pulled his shirt over his head and flung it at Draco. The
smaller man growled in protest, but held the shirt with both hands
firmly against his chest. Harry flopped down on the chair the boy had
used before, to get out of his biker boots and Draco decided to pick
up the boots and the trousers that the brat had left in front of the
lockers.

He waited in front of Harry until he was finally out
of his boots, and kneeled on the ground when the brunet stood up to
undo his trousers. “What are you up to?” Harry asked with
his eyebrows scrunched up.

“Well,...” Draco
drawled and Harry felt his cock twitch at the sound. “aren't I
meant to help you dress?”

---

Yes,
I know... FINALLY chapter 18! Sorry, it took so damn long, but here's
the deal. I'm busy as f*. Work's killing me and it's already a
miracle that I somehow find time to see my love. I'm really trying to
write more, but I can't say how long it'll take to present you
chapter 19. I'm really, really, really happy that you are so patient
and didn't abandon this story (I feel like I somehow did, but I
won't).

HAPPY EASTER!
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