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Forced To Play Closet Games	By : ImBrittany Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and make no money from this story, it's only for fun.

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The door shut with a slam, Harry couldn't see a thing. The cloth around his face was stuck in place, some kind of spell or something. He sighed inwardly, he hated these games, all he wanted was to get drunk and pass out.
Harry felt a breath on the back of his neck and a chill went down his spine as he slowly turned to face where he guessed the other was standing. He had forgotten there was someone with him for a second. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. The person let out a breath that tickled his face, before Harry had a chance to back away the student hands were on his hips. It startled Harry who backed straight into a wall only a couple inches away, or maybe it was the door? He couldn't tell. He guessed the person was trying to determine who we was by his body type, why else would this person touch him so suddenly.
The persons hands didn't slip from Harry's sides, their hands squeezed down and Harry squirmed in their grip. They continued to roam his body, they moved to his stomach and up to his chest where their hands moved slowly over him, taking their sweet time. He tried to push away but the person pushed him closer to the wall with their knee between Harry's legs. Harry hissed at the person and they chuckled, continuing to touch his body. The hands moved to his head, feeling his thick curls before moving down his face, past the blind fold and to his lip.
They moved their finger slowly over Harry's bottom lip, but Harry was growing impatient and bit the persons figure, hard. The person hissed and pushed their knee higher between Harry's legs, Harry gasped loudly, pushing against the others chest, flat chest, he was male then. He didn't budge when Harry pushed at him, but instead took both his arms and pinned them against the wall over his head.
Harry growled and tried to yank his arms free but whoever was pinning him was strong, really strong. He felt the other mans breath on his neck and Harry tensed. The other male licked his neck and then Harry felt pain and whimpered. The man bit him! He bit his neck! Some kind of punishment! Harry was angry, he'd have a bruise for sure. The boys face must have moved away because Harry no longer felt his breath on his neck, Harry looked up slightly and spit towards where he guessed the other mans face would be.
The man chuckled. Harry was just entertaining him! Harry opened his mouth to speak but once again no word came out and before he realized the others mouth was right on him, mouth open, tongue to tongue, his chest pressed right up against Harry's. Harry again tried to push the man away but his muscles felt weak. Whoever was kissing him was experienced and Harry couldn't help but let a moan escape his throat.
The other ended their kiss and chuckled once more, and Harry blushed, he didn't want it to end but he wouldn't say so even if he could. The other male bent down and kissed his neck, still sore and hurting, he licked it and was being surprisingly gentle. "Ahh.." Was the only sound Harry's mouth let out and he blushed, he's usually not like this! He tried to wiggle himself free. I hate this game! I hate this game! I hate this game! Harry reminded himself over and over in his head, more like trying to convince himself.
Harry continued to struggle against the others hands and they gripped harder, pushing his knee further up into Harry's groin, Harry moaned loudly, unable to hold it in. The other bent down and bit his collar bone softly in a way of showing dominance over him. But if Harry being pinned to the wall unable to move wasn't enough to show how helplessly he felt then the bite wouldn't do much better.
But Harry understood what he was saying and stopped trying to struggle. The other male must have took it as an invitation, and maybe it was, because within seconds his lips had returned to Harry's, who opened his mouth, inviting the others tongue inside, which it did.
Harry moaned as he deepened their kiss and slowly circled his knee on Harry's growing erection. He has never felt so turned on by anyone before, let alone a woman! The males lips slide down to Harry ear where he nibbled softly, his knee pushing further between Harry's legs and he let out a moan. The other male must have approved because he heard a low growl in his ear before the others mouth sucked on his aching neck.
Harry bit his bottom lip hard, he can't moan! He's not some woman! Letting another man see how much he's affecting Harry was sickening, he's not gay! ... Right? No! No way! Harry was just pent up, it's his body's want for escape, not himself!
The other male was panting against his skin and Harry had become even more turned on. Not from hearing the other males heavy breathing of corse! He's not gay! It's the damn knee he told himself. The other male himself hadn't turned Harry on what so ever! Harry's hips pushed further forward against the other male, Harry cursed inwardly at his body for moving without his permission.
Harry didn't remember when the males mouth was back on his but Harry pushed further into him, in an attempt to deepen the kiss. But some force was stopping him? He tugged again, and then remembered that his arms had been trapped above his head, but he didn't mind it, he liked being trapped between the wall and the boy in front of him. No! Not the boy! No way! Maybe he just liked someone being dominate over him. Protecting him. Not because he liked the boy!
Harry heard the click of the door. Time was up already. The boy released him and backed away. He knew he looked like a mess, hair tangled and loose, swollen lips, that damn bite mark on his neck.
Someone grabbed his arm and escorted him out of the small room. He still couldn't see but he could tell that he was being stared at by the crowd. He heard a couple giggles but not many cared he had been making out with some boy in a closet. He cared though, he's not gay! But a games a game right? "Please whisper into my ear who you believe you were in the closet with," it was the game keepers voice, he remembered it clearly, "and remember if you both can't guess correctly, in the closet you go for the rest of the night." He heard some whispers on his right, must be the other boy giving his guess, and then the game keeper shouted "correct!" happily.
Harry blushed, he didn't know the boy would guess correctly. "You're next" the girl said in front of him. He could smell her shampoo as he leaned closer and whispered where he guessed her ear was, "I'm not sure sorry" he said quietly. He bit his lip with anticipation of being locked in the room with the boy once again! No no! He's just drunk! He doesn't like the boy! He truly had no idea, he wasn't trying to sabotage the other boy with a wrong answer! There's no way!
"Oh boo," the announcer said, "back into the closet you go. But before you go, wouldn't you like to know who was in the room with you?" She giggle and the crowed cheered and began to count down from three. Two. One. The blindfold slid down and feel to the ground, he blinked his eyes, it wasn't bright but he had to adjust his eyes to the dim light. He looked up the boy, his shirt looked like it had been ironed before but now a mess of creases, his neck, a mess of newly received hickeys. Harry bit his lip, 'when did I do that?' he thought to himself. His eyes continued to move towards his face, past his swollen pink lips that were... Smirking at him? Up to his bright grey eyes, that seemed to be filled with desire, but Harry had to be wrong, his white blonde hair a mess, covering his eyes, he must have seen wrong. Draco Malfoy was not looking at him with some type of sexual desire hidden in those eyes! Was he?
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