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Does Money Buy Love?	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
Based on
Characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling.

Disclaimer
part2: All
characters contained within are portrayed over the age of legality in Australia,
where they don�t live. (They�re over 18)

Title:
Does
Money Buy Love?

Series: 4/?

Author: Abremaline

Pairing: Harry/Draco also Draco/Harry. Depending on views.

Rating: R

Series
Summary:
This series is just me having a little bit of fun. An argument taken to
extremes, �So what? I should marry you then?� and some inventive new uses for
body chocolate.

Does
Money Buy Love?

Chapter Four

Harry was never quite certain what it was
that woke him that next day. If it was the growingly familiar lack of air, the
long strings of curses, the squawking, the sound of thousand of cherries
exploding, the appropriate stringing as they hit him, the toaster�s singing war
tunes to a cabaret beat, or if it was the Snape portrait coldly yelling at him
�Wake up, you fool!�

Logically he decided that it was probably
the cold that had done it. Somehow during the night his �Irremovable Chastity Costume for Fridgets in Fear.� Had been
removed. When he found the where the damn thing had gotten to, its makers would
be finding the thing �Irremovably� lodged up their arses. �Bloody Weasley�s.�
he huffed. Or, he tried to huff that is. Sadly as he opened his mouth to speak
he had acquired a throat-full of what he hoped was Malfoy�s arm, and it had
been lost to a choking garble.

�Ahh, you�re awake!� Chorused a sunny voice
from somewhere in the mass that covered him. �I did try to get it to stop so it
wouldn�t wake you. But the thing is determined.�

Harry peered out from amongst the cloth and
limbs to see that above them was what looked like Toucan. It had apparently
declared war for some reason and was using exploding cherries as a kind of
cherry bomb. Whole boxes were being dropped onto them from above as the bird
let them free from its claws directly onto where they lay.

Box after box, after box descended from the
air, busting open on Harry�s skin, his naked skin. Fred and George would pay
for this, if he could ever walk again that is. Between the sting of the
explosions, and the erection he knew would follow, it may be a months before
that happened though. All the more time to plot with, Harry told himself as he
scrambled further beneath Malfoy�s body. This whole situation was his fault
after all, him and his stupid bets. Let him
be hit by the damn things.

Ten minutes they kept falling, thousands of
boxes breaking open on Malfoy�s bare back and exploding on the side of Harry
that had been left exposed. Where the bird had stored all these boxes not even
the Snape portrait could figure out, but at the end of it, the Toucan let out a
massively anger squawk, let a piece of parchment flow and left. Breaking as
many things as it could along the way.
None of which being the Talkie Toaster which continued to sing on
obliviously as the angered bird crashed through the Kitchen window and left.

One hand warily reached out from under
Malfoy for the parchment. Fear running through him for what it might do, since
the wedding, Harry had found that anything he touched seemed to somehow be a
kind of sex aid. So he opened it from as far away from himself as his arm would
reach.

�Dear
Harry,� he read. And that was all he read as the
effect of thousands of boxes of cherries hit him all at once. He bucked up in
fright and shock, as a sudden, and very painful desire hit him. He wasn�t sure
if he had the power to even rock up and down. His body had begun its wishes at
several points beyond that and he just kept pushing up and up and up.

A deep throated groan that wasn�t his own
filled his ears. Harry instantly remembered what he was pushed up into and
wide-eyed with fear flew out from underneath the heaving body above him and
hurled himself as far away as he could.

The carpet hit him with speed, and no
little amount of pain as he crashed hard-on downwards onto it.

�Malfoy. You will pay for this.� Were his
last conscious words before his mind left him to a haze of carpet pressure on
his paining need.

* * *

Harry had wanted him. Draco was dizzy with
that knowledge alone. His gorgeous (and completely naked) husband had bucked up
into him in a need and ecstasy beyond what the blonde had thought physically
possible.

His life partner was still wreathing on the
floor with the sensations that Draco
had given him. Groans of intense pleasure filled the room, the sound eclipsed
all else. Louder then the Snape portrait�s cries of horror, louder then the
Toaster�s inventive tune. Harry�s cherry reddened skin glowed as it rubbed into
the carpet.

Screams poured out of the man on the floor.
Screams that Draco knew he had made
happen - by doing nothing more than protecting him from an assault of small red
squishy fruit.

�MALFOY!� Harry screamed out in the most
beautiful mix of pleasure and pain, �THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.�

Draco felt his stop. Harry had screamed his
name out to the skies whilst caught in the most phenomenal need of pleasure
ever seen before. His breath stopped and he knew he couldn�t just stay there
and watch as his husband acquired the most painful carpet burn imaginable. An
inner force rushed him off the couch and to the floor. A screamed sound of pain
from the loss of pressure broke from Harry as Draco turned his husband over.

Draco barely had time to take in his man�s
widened eyes before he found he simply couldn�t take the need to please any
longer. He caught Harry�s mouth within his own pressed their bodies together.
So they�d rock as one entity. His own skin had barely touched Harry�s when the
other man arched up in release of the ultimate pleasure. The sound and the
sight of it was the most the erotic and wonderful thing Draco had ever seen, it
made his own need soar and he lost control bearing his hips downward, thrusting
onto Harry�s taut stomach before coming just moments after Harry had.

He let his entire body weight fall onto the
one beneath him as he caught his breath. The sweat, and come, and cherries
melded them together in a mass of post-pleasure as they lay. Harry had been
intimate with him. Draco felt like singing joyfully along with the Toaster. Not
only Harry had his husband shared this amazing pleasure with him, by his own
admission, the entire thing had all been caused by Draco himself.

He would remember those ecstasy screams of
blame for maybe the rest of his, he thought. �Malfoy. This is all you fault.� He replayed it in his mind once more as he
kissed whatever skin he reach before slipping into sleep.

* * *

Harry shakily dipped his quill into the
chocolate and opened the journal. It was past 9pm and he was
still hard as a rock. Malfoy had slinked off somewhere to fetch something he
didn�t want to think about too much, and this seemed the best time to vent his
frustration to something that might listen to him - an inanimate book of mostly
blank paper. It was, he felt, his best shot at this point, due to the very
annoying fact that his voice had disappeared at some point during day.
Therefore he was unable to vent verbally any longer. Not that the screaming had
helped any to begin with anyway.

Dear
Self,

I
fucking HATE CHERRIES! I fucking hate carpet burn, I fucking hate carpet. I�m
going to fucking tear it up if the erections ever fucking end. I hate bloody Toucans.
I hate fucking mysterious letters that simply read. �From Russia, with love.� Oh. And I hate that I may have to fuck Malfoy
soon to get the damn hard on to fuck off.

AND
hearing Snape�s voice complaining, whilst Malfoy sucks me off, is so far beyond
highly disturbing that is not funny. Yet, not nearly as disturbing as the fact
that the damn fucking erection still would not go away. In fact, it fucking got
worse! Fucking bastards, everyone.

Off
to drill something using only my dick.

FUCKING
MALFOY�S FAULT! And the bloody Weasley twins will fucking pay for the fact that
I was fucking naked to begin with. Hope their dicks shrivel up and fucking fall
off!

Harry.

To Be Continued�

References:

Body Chocolates and Bending Dildos (Prostate
Stimulators) � Available at all indecent sex stores.

Does Money Buy Love? � Concept from; �Money Can�t Buy You Love� -
Still by �The Beatles� Though, I�m sure at least one �Idol� must have
also sung it by now.

Talkie Toaster - First appeared in Series One of the
immortal and irreplaceable �Red Dwarf� (BBC)

Toucan � I stole it from a zoo.

From Russia With Love � James Bond
movie made in 1963 starring Sean Connery. Substituting this chapter in place of
a quote.
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