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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The grave stood silent, rain falling in a steady stream. The weather matching Harry’s mood. Head bowed, eyes unable to look upon the writing on the gravestone. Tears falling, his brimming eyes lifted to take in the epitaph

Severus Snape

Rest in peace.

Anger bubbled in his veins, five bloody words! How could they not tell the world how much the man had sacrificed.

Harry mumbled, tossing and turning in his sleep. Memories filling his dreams, dark eyes watched as Harry surrendered to the darkness again.

The smell of potion ingredients filling his mind, Harry looked around the deserted classroom. Severus sat at his desk, the sound of a quill scratching on parchment echoing in the still room.

The door swung open, banging loudly into the wall, Wild eyed, face contorted with anger, Bellatrix stalked into the room. A pale, frightened Draco being pulled by the arm behind her.

Severus flinched for a spilt second and then schooled his features into his usual sneer.

“What seems to be the problem?” his rich voice filled with authority.

“The Potter boy escaped!,” She sneered at Draco, who whimpered. Harry noted as she turned that Severus tensed slightly, “I want veritaserum!”

Severus looked down his impressive nose at her, disdain clear in his eyes, putting the quill down gently.

“Why would you require a truth potion?” the calm tone made Harry uneasy, it was obvious that Severus was expecting trouble.

Grabbing Draco roughly by the back of the neck, snagging the fine blond hair between her clawing fingers. She pushed him forcefully to his knees, the gasps and whimpers falling freely from his terrified lips.

“He said he didn’t recognise Potter,” she pinched his neck harder, a smile of delight across her face as he flinched, “I think he’s lying!”

Shaking his head, Draco pleaded that she was wrong and that the spell had prevented him from recognising Potter. Harry looked at Draco’s eyes and trembling mouth, unable to shake the feeling that Bellatrix was right and Draco had lied.

He lied to protect me

Mind reeling at the realization that Malfoy had saved his life. He jumped when Severus stood, shoulders back, his presence formidable.

“Does the Dark Lord know you are accusing his most loyal followers child of such treachery?” Bellatrix stepped back slightly at his tone, eyes flittered from him to Draco. Her skittish lack of response was answer enough for Severus.

“Get out!” he walked towards a cowering Malfoy, dark eyes looked at Bellatrix with loathing, “I will deal with the boy.. If there is anything to discover, I will uncover it.”

Bellatrix tensed, opening her mouth to speak but changed her mind. Glaring at both the men, she abruptly turned on her heel and left. Voice firing expletives about traitors and Potion Masters with their heads up their own arses.

Leaving Severus and Draco staring at each other, Severus quirked an eyebrow at the language still carrying down the corridor. Draco sniffed, head still lowered, voice quiet as he spoke.

“Professor, I have no idea what the mad bi..” he stopped himself, cleared his throat, eyes downcast, “She’s talking about.”

Severus made no move to respond, Draco tentatively lifted his eyes to look at him. A stunned look creeping over on his face as Severus spoke.

“Harry is safe?” the deep voice filled with hope.

He cared about me

Bewildered at the question, Draco nodded his head. Severus smiled and sat back at his desk.

“You may go.”

Draco stumbled back at the words, the look of relief written all over his face. He raced to the door, turning briefly to ask a question.

“What shall I tell her?” the worry evident in his speech.

Severus’ eyes were filled with a smile, “Tell the mad bitch,” Draco gasped, Severus smirked, “That I have verified what you said, the matter is closed.”

Draco put his hand on the door, turning one last time. Face full of wonder and awe.

“Thank you.” Draco whispered.

The room came back to him slowly, the pleasant ache of his body making Harry smile as he opened his eyes. Disappointment flaring inside at the sight of an empty bed, the man no longer in the room. Grimacing as he peeled himself of the sticky mattress, looking down at himself with disgust. Blood and dried come splattered over his body, he shivered at the memory of the knife cutting him. Casting a quick tempus, Harry was shocked to discover it was nine in the morning.

“Bloody hell,” he reached to pick up his clothes that were folded neatly on a chair, “Scourgify.” the magic bubbling over his skin as it cleaned. Feeling bereft now that his master’s blood was not decorating his body, he laughed and shook his head at the morbid thought. He noticed a note on the bed, nervously he picked it up. A smile spreading across his face as he read the elegantly written words.

Didn’t want to wake you

Tonight

9pm

Heart pounding at the thought of seeing him again, Harry noticed the extra writing on the note, the script flowing but different.

Hello sleeping beauty,

Hope you don’t mind me hijacking this note, didn’t want to wake you. You looked tired.. Wonder why?

When you finally wake up, join lovely Draco and I for breakfast.

V

Xx

Have breakfast with Malfoy!

She must be joking!

Planning ways of making his escape, Harry rushed to finish dressing. His plans going well, only be foiled as he was sneaking towards the floo in reception.

“Where are you off to?” Vivienne said, annoyance clear as she spoke.

Sheepishly Harry turned from the floo, cheeky smile on his face. She looked at him and smiled, titling her head in the direction of her office. She walked away, beckoning him to follow with a snap of her fingers. Harry found that he couldn’t resist and huffed as he followed obediently behind her.

The sunlight streaming through the office reflected off the silver ware that was arranged neatly on the breakfast table. Delicate china cups and plates adorned the beautifully decorated table cloth, three places had been set.

Standing with his back to them staring out of the window was Malfoy, the light making his hair look like a halo. Harry snorted to himself at the mental image of Malfoy as a cherubic angel. Draco turned on his heels, eyes flaring with lust at Vivienne’s presence then narrowing at Harry.

So Malfoy has a thing for Vivienne?, interesting.

Vivienne cast a frown at him, Draco plastered the fakest smile Harry had ever seen on his face.

“Good morning Pot.. Harry.”

“Morning Malfoy.” Harry secretly enjoying how Malfoy bristled at being referred by his surname, a sharp slap taking the edge of his mirth. Rubbing his stinging arm, Harry cast a glare at Vivienne, who was sneering at him. Her sneer quickly becoming a laugh as she reached and rubbed where she had slapped his arm.

“Poor baby, is that better?” her sweet tones made Harry smile, he caught Malfoy’s eyes filling with jealousy. Vivienne gestured for them to sit, pouring each of them a cup of tea. The tattooed receptionist bringing a tray laden with food, Harry’s stomach rumbled loudly. Malfoy laughed then his stomach growled in sympathy, face flushing red as he looked away. Watchful eyes from Harry noting that Vivienne was regarding Malfoy with affection, she turned catching Harry’s curious eye and smiled. Tilting her head slightly as if challenging Harry to make a comment, he shrugged his shoulders and hitched an eyebrow.

So she likes him too.

Harry reached across, helping himself to toast. Slathering it with butter and jam, the feeling of eyes on him made him look up. Malfoy was watching with an intrigued look on his face.

“What?” Harry said with a mouthful of toast, Malfoy looked at him with distaste, rolling his eyes.

“So Potter,” Harry noticed he had reverted back to the use of his surname, “Got a thing for massive tattooed Dom’s then?”

Nearly choking on the food in his mouth, Harry struggled to swallow, noting the small giggle that emerged from behind Vivienne’s tea cup. Clearing his throat, he took a swig of his hot tea. Hitching his brow in what he hoped was a perfect imitation of Severus, Harry leaned forward, surprised at himself with what he was about to say and whispered to Draco.

“Yes, his cock is magnificent, isn’t it?” laughing at the stunned splutters falling from Malfoy’s mouth, he continued, “So Malfoy got a thing for being strangled?”

Choking on his tea, Malfoy turned several different shades of red before settling on vivid. Face flushed, eyes shocked at Harry’s words.

“It was a mistake,” His gaze fixed on Vivienne, with a smile he looked at Harry, his face suddenly serious, “I know it won’t happen again.”

Feeling suddenly childish, Harry took a deep breath and reached out, offering Malfoy his hand. The look of surprise almost made Harry laugh but reining himself in, he smiled at the nervous blond.

“Hi, I’m Harry, pleased to meet you.” Memories of their first meeting springing into Harry’s mind, a doubt lingering.

What if I had took his hand in friendship then?

For a split second it looked like Malfoy was going to refuse, grey blue eyes narrowed then the emotion shifted to a nervous smile on his face. Briefly looking in Vivienne’s direction, seeking some kind of silent guidance, he reached across. The hand touching in a firm shake.

“Pleased to meet you Harry, I’m Draco.”

Vivienne clapped her hands with delight, stunning smile on her face drawing a blush from Draco. Bright eyed, she looked down at her watch, plastering a surprised look on her face. Harry suspecting that it was fake as she excused herself from the table.

“Well done Boys,” she looked at the time again, “But I must dash.. Have to see a man about some rope.” and with a giggle, she rushed from the room.

Leaving a perplexed Draco and a feeling slight set up Harry staring at each other. The silence was the definition of uncomfortable, Harry surmised he could hear time slow down as he racked his brain for something to say. Brain not completely engaged he opened his mouth, cringing at the directness of his question.

“So what happened to you with your boyfriend?” Draco quailed for a moment, eyes wide and apprehensive. Taking a breath and clearing his throat, he looked Harry directly in the eye.

“He wasn’t a boyfriend.” Draco lowered his head, the next few words mumbled, Harry unable to hear them.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Fiery eyes shot up, the embarrassed blush on Draco’ face had spread down to his neck, Harry could see it peeping out of the open neck of his white shirt.

“I said,” he shifted in his seat, eyes avoiding Harry’s interested stare, “It was a Knockturn Alley whore.. obviously it went a bit wrong.”

Shocked at the words, Harry had to admire the blonds’ honesty. Deciding not to draw attention to his obvious mortification at admitting it, Harry gave him a cheeky smile.

“Did you get a refund?” Harry said with a hint of a laugh, curious to see whether Draco would be offended. The tension leaving the room as Draco threw back his head and laughed.

“Bloody hell, I never thought to ask!” the laughter echoing in Draco’s voice.

The strange sense of camaraderie filling the room ,Harry began to relax, realizing that he and the blond had quite a lot in common. He leaned back in the chair, Draco’s inquisitive eyes fixed on him.

“So you’re a submissive?” Draco picked at an imaginary piece on fluff on his trousers, a pink tinge colouring his cheeks.

“Draco, you’ve watched me in a very compromising position and you’re blushing?” They both looked at each other, Harry’s mind drifting back to the spectacle of Draco fucking the man on the cross, he felt himself blush. Sporting matching blushes, minds on the past scenes they had experienced.

“Yes I am, what are you?” Harry decided to change the subject from him and back to Draco.

Face appearing to be deep in thought, Draco did not initially answer. Deciding to give him time, Harry took a sip of his tea. The silence broken by Draco taking a breath.

“I think I’m a switch, but I’m not sure.” his shoulders visibly relaxed as he spoke the words.

“Maybe you should talk to Vivienne,” smiling as Harry noted the flash of desire in the grey eyes, “She’s a switch.”

With a hint of anxiety, Draco bit his lips as if unsure how to say the next words. Harry having an idea about what the blond was about to say, felt sorry for him and answered the unspoken question for him.

“Yes, I think she likes you.” Harry couldn’t believe that he was sitting having breakfast with Draco Malfoy and playing matchmaker. The grin that spread across Draco’s face made Harry decide it was worth the whole bizarre feeling. Taking advantage of the blonds’ good mood, Harry blurted out the next question.

“You saved me at the Manor, why?”

The earlier tension seemed to visible manifest and fill the room. Draco’s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. Body stiff but Harry noted the cup in Draco’s hand was trembling.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Potter!” he spat, the usual Malfoy disdain in his voice. The tone would have made Harry fume years ago but he heard the tremor in the cadence of his speech. Harry sat further back in the chair, giving off a relaxed air. Draco’s eyes were skittish and would not settle on his gaze.

“Bellatrix wanted to torture you,” Draco cringed at the use of her name, “didn’t she?, she didn’t believe you?”

“How the hell did you know that!” Draco’s voice rising as he sputtered with surprise.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, torn between wanting to be honest with Draco about Severus’ memories and childishly wanting to withhold the information.

“Severus’ memories,” seeing the look of confusion on Draco’s face, Harry elaborated, “When he died,” his voice faltered on the word, “When he was injured, he gave me his memories.”

“She was so angry, if he hadn’t of stopped her she would have probably killed me.” Draco took a huge breath, he gave Harry a shaky smile.

“For what its worth, Draco,” Harry made a point of using his name, “Thank you.”

Smiling eyes regarded him then Draco reached his hand across, Harry took it immediately.

“Thank you too, you could have let me burn.”

They shook hands vigorously both with big grins, Harry felt happier than he had for a while, like he was finally letting go of the past. The smile on Draco’s face made him think that he might feel the same way.

Shall I tell him I think Severus is alive?

Tentatively, Harry opened his mouth to broach the subject when Vivienne breezed back into the room. Changing his mind until he’d had a chance to talk to her about his suspicions, determined to get the truth from her. Thinking of ways to get rid of Draco long enough to finally make her talk to him about everything, he glanced up at the clock.

“Shit.. I’m supposed to be meeting Hermione.” the time on the wall informing Harry he had twenty minutes before their meeting for coffee.

Grabbing another piece of toast, mentally working out he had just enough time to get home and change. He kissed Vivienne on the cheek, looking at Draco’s reaction. He gave the blond an encouraging smile, causing a blush, racing to the floo as he said his goodbyes.

Vivienne laughed at his energy, the flare of the floo informing the two that they were now alone. She sat back at the table, flicking her wand to reheat her tea, gesturing for Draco to join her.

Nerves getting the better of him, he shook his head.

“I really should be going too.” he tried to ignore the disappointed look on her face.

“Oh, let me know when you want another session.” she sipped her tea as he slowly walked towards the floo.

He had just grabbed a handful of floo powder when he abruptly turned, throwing the powder on the floor.

“Fuck it!” he shouted as he crossed the room. Reaching the table in three strides, looking down at bright. excited eyes, He slapped the cup from her hand, a gasp from her lips muffled as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Harry stumbled from the floo, heart plummeting at the vision of Charlie sitting in his favourite chair. Face pale and drawn, Harry noticed the bags underneath his eyes.

“Charlie, what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t come home.” Charlie’s tone quiet and upset. For a moment Harry felt awful, opening his mouth to apologise.

He left you

His mouth closed with an audible click, anger building steadily, he looked at Charlie. Answering with a calm voice, desperate not to start an argument.

“I stayed with a friend.” Charlie raised an eyebrow, indicating to Harry that he didn’t believe him. Images flashed through Harry’s head from last night.

The dripping tip of a hard cock sliding inside him, the delicious feel of his entrance being stretched by something large. Desperate to push back and be impaled on the hot length. The cut on his back burning from the rubbing of the man’s skin against his. Hot breath on his neck, the hairs standing up at the feeling.

Body screaming at the overload of sensations, slick rubber underneath his aching cock. Hot flesh pressed into his own, slippery cock just teasing the ring of muscle. Clenching the tunnel, trying to seduce the man inside, wanting the burn of penetration. Craving the pain and the pleasure. One thought running over and over. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him.

“You’re not even listening to me!” Charlie’s voice filled with anger bringing Harry out of his thoughts. Ashamed at the fact that his cock was straining inside his trousers, heart racing at the memory and desire to do it again.

Next time I want him inside me.

The thought making Harry breathless, he tried to focus on Charlie, who was now teary eyed and red in the face.

“Charlie, I’m tired,” realizing by Charlie’s face that was the wrong thing to say, “Can we meet another time to talk?” Harry said the last words in a gentle way.

Charlie’s eyes lit up at the prospect of them talking, Harry felt immediately guilty about getting his hopes up.

“You’ve left some things, we should sort out me sending them to you.” Harry winced at himself for sounding so matter of fact. Charlie looked like he had been punched in the gut, he seemed to deflate, sinking into the chair with a despairing sigh.

“I want you back,” Charlie’s voice wavered with emotion, “I love you, Harry.”

Bringing his hand up to his face, suddenly tired and weary. Harry turned away from the silently weeping man. Mind telling him that he should be reassuring Charlie that he felt the same, heart screaming at him to leave and run to his master.

“I can’t.” Harry couldn’t think of anything to say, shocked at the realization that less than two weeks ago he would have taken Charlie back with open arms, now the man’s dark eyes were all that filled his head.

“Charlie, you left me,” Charlie went to interrupt, Harry held up a hand to silence him, “We never would’ve worked, I see that now.”

Charlie gritted his teeth, body tense with seething rage, Harry took a step back at the sight.

“What’s his fucking name!” His voice rising with every word, “Didn’t take you long to replace me!”

Steeling himself for an argument, Harry stood tall, anger raging through his body. Furious that he dare ask anything about his life after he decided to leave him.

“Get out!” the vehemence in his own voice shocking Harry. The rage instantly departed from Charlie, he slumped, head cast down. Lifting his hands in a gesture of defeat, arms stretched wide seeking an embrace. Harry turned, walking away to get himself a stiff drink not caring that it was ten in the morning.

“I’m sorry, please give me a chance.” Charlie’s words so broken and full of anguish. Trembling Harry poured himself a firewhisky, the amber liquid sloshing over the side as he tried to steady his hand. His head in turmoil, not wanting to hurt Charlie but knowing that this would not end well.

“I can’t.” hating himself for the same two word answer.

Charlie suddenly was wrapped around him, heaving chest against his back, arms holding him tight. Hot breath on his neck, the embrace tightened, Harry struggled. Charlie nipped his ear, licking around the shell, a hand reached down to palm Harry’s cock through his trousers. Taking the half hard shaft as a sigh of encouragement, Charlie rubbed harder, all the time whispering in Harry’s ear.

“I’ll do what you want,” Harry struggled, Charlie kissed his neck, “I’ll fuck you anyway you want.”

Body screaming for him to let go, Harry thrust his elbow back hitting Charlie hard in the rib. The explosion of air against his neck as Charlie gasped, Harry turned, pushing him away. The dull thud of Charlie hitting the floor filled Harry with a perverse pleasure.

“GET OUT!” the fire in his voice made Charlie pale. Spinning away from him, Harry began to walk away. The gasp of surprise made him turn back to see a stunned Charlie, his hand pointing at Harry’s back. His pulse racing as he comprehended Charlie’s reaction, his tattoo had come into view as his shirt had become untucked.

“What the hell!”

“Get out now!” Harry clenched his jaw, the fire flaring in response to the rise in his temper. Charlie spluttering about the tattoo, asking him where he got it from, why had he got it. Harry walked up to him, putting his face into his, Charlie gulped at his behaviour. Walking forward, Charlie moving back in retreat.

“My life is no longer your concern.” face filled with a sneer. Harry pushed Charlie back into the fireplace, reaching to grab a handful of floo powder, flinging it at him as he shouted the Burrow.

Flicking his wrist to block anyone from coming through, he slumped to the floor, shaking and feeling like he wanted to cry. A small owl flew through the window an hour later, Harry having not moved from his position reached up to retrieve the letter.

Harry,

What’s going on?, Charlie’s at the burrow shouting about you and some sort of tattoo. He thinks you have a new man, did you go to that place?

Ron’s on the rampage, so I can’t meet you.

I will try to calm him down.

Love you, chin up.

Hermione

X

He ran a hand across his face, sighing at the letter. Grabbing a quill he quickly crafted a response, his annoyance fuelling his words. Before he could change his mind, he handed it to the owl giving it instructions to deliver it to the Burrow.

Herm,

Its ok, let Ron have his temper tantrum. Tell him when he’s bleeding grown up he knows where I am. As for Charlie, yes I have someone else. He’s wonderful!

I will tell you more when I see you.

Love you too.

H

X

Lying on the settee, the emotion of everything finally caught up with him. Tears fell silently as he curled up and fell into a fitful sleep.

The club was empty, not a single soul except Harry. The silence almost deafening in its intensity. The walk to the room seemed longer, the door moving further and further away from him as he approached. Running to it, heart pounding as he pushed the door open.

The man stood there, his face finally revealed. Black as night eyes watching him with a cool detachment. Harry felt the tears brimming in his eyes, the despair tearing his heart from his chest. The man wasn’t Severus, just a ordinary dark eyed man. Reaching out to Harry, arms opened wide. Harry stood frozen to the spot, body incapable of moving. Shaking his head, he stepped back trying to retreat.

“No, I don’t want you.. I want Severus”

The man laughed, a mean and cruel edge to it. The door slammed shut behind Harry, trapping him.

“Severus is dead.” the glee in the man’s tone chilling Harry to the bone. The man grasped him by the throat, Harry struggled to breathe. Pressure on his windpipe increasing, the man licked at his gasping mouth.

“Your mine.” his tongue pushing forcefully inside Harry’s mouth. The edge of his vision becoming fuzzy, lungs screaming for oxygen. The pressure gone suddenly, Harry fell to his knees chest heaving as he panted.

“Harry?” a familiar deep voice asked.

Lifting his blurry eyes to see Severus smiling down at him. His strong hand reaching down to help him up, Harry looked for the other man. They were alone in the room, he flew into Severus’ arms. The man holding him tight against his chest, the feel of his body heat making Harry moan.

“Please.” Harry whimpered into Severus’ neck, the scent of the man filling his lungs making him dizzy.

“Please what?” the rich baritone whispered.

“Be inside me.”

Harry woke up gasping for breath, cock drawn up straight along his abdomen with need. Heart pounding, head confused and freaked out by the beginning of the dream.

What if its not Severus?

The thought playing over and over in his mind, he looked up at the time. Stunned that he slept most of the day away, it was nearly eight in the evening. Getting up to stretch the uncomfortable crick out of his back, he shook his head at the fact he obviously had been exhausted. He walked into the kitchen, getting a drink and a apple. Grabbing a quick shower, excited at the knowledge he would see him again. Pushing the niggling doubt to the one side, he flooed to the club.

Grabbing a drink at the bar, he scanned the place looking for a familiar face. The couple from before were approaching him, Harry thinking back to remember their names.

Simone and Demetre.. that’s it.

He offered them what he hoped was a friendly smile, Simone returned immediately, Demetre’s head was lowered, not making eye contact.

“Hello Harry, how are you?” she enquired, tone polite.

“Good thank you, how are you both?”

“We’re good, aren’t we honey?” Demetre nodded his head, she patted him, pleased smile on her face.

“Have you seen Vivi..,” Harry stopped himself unsure if people knew her name, “Miss Raven?”

Simone smiled and nodded her head towards the back rooms, Harry thanked her and politely excused himself. The usual muffled grunts followed as he walked along looking for her, noticing a door partially open. Curiosity getting the better of him, mouth dry at the idea of watching someone at play.

A girl was hanging from the ceiling, bent over, back arched. An intricate pattern of ropes adorning her beautiful body. Harry bit his lips, tasting blood to hold the gasp inside.

Vivienne!

The leather bit in her mouth muffling her moans, the position her body was in leaving her legs spread while standing on her tip toes, the ropes taking her weight. Harry could see the pattern was leaving marks on her creamy white skin.

Distracted by the compelling vision, Harry initially didn’t see Draco standing naked behind her. His cock rigid with lust, the dusky pink head wet with pre-come. Harry’s gasp was hidden by Vivienne’s moans as he witnessed Draco roughly grabbing her hips and impaling her on his cock. The pace hard and fast, the joint moans of pleasure heading straight to Harry’s cock.

“You really are quite the little Voyeur, aren’t you?” Harry couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face at the low tone in his ear. Hot breath drifting on his skin, heart skipping a beat with arousal.

Turning his head only to have it roughly turned back, hand holding his chin in place. A hot tongue lapping at his neck as the man murmured.

“Watch them.” Harry swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, he knew the man could probably feel his pulse racing. Draco had Vivienne by the hair, pulling her head back, thrusting harder. The ropes allowing her to sway, the swing back forcing Draco deeper, the slick sound of his balls hitting her arse filling the room. Harry moaned, the man laughing into his flushed skin.

“You want that?” the lust filled voice asked.

“With you, yes”

The man pleased with the response, span Harry around and roughly devoured his mouth. The kiss taking Harry’s breath away.

“Drink?” the man asked in a conversational tone as they broke apart, Harry panting for breath. Light headed Harry nodded and was led by the man back into the bar. Torn between following him or watching Draco and Vivienne.

The bar was busier than when Harry came in, the blonde from before sitting at the bar, the man at her feet acting as her footstool. The dark eyed man put his hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the middle of the bar.

“Kneel.”

Confused, Harry looked at him, thinking he had misheard what he had said. The man kissed him, a slow toe curling deep kiss. Repeating his instruction against Harry’s mouth. Reluctantly, face red with embarrassment Harry lowered himself to his knees. Keeping his eye focused on the man, trying to block out the evident interest of the bar. Hearing their excited whispers and the noise of people moving closer to them.

“Take out your cock.” the rough quality of the man’s voice telling Harry he was excited. Frantic eyes shot up to look at him, the lust burning in them nearly made Harry whimper.

“You like to watch,” he paused and reached down to stroke Harry’s cheek, “Its only fair people get to watch you.”

Shaking his head, Harry felt sick at the thought. Fingers clasped his chin hard enough to hurt, lifting Harry’s head to meet his eyes.

“Do it.” the tone making it clear there would be no argument.

Shaking, Harry reached down, his cock deflated from the prospect of having an audience. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, cock twitching as he brushed against it with his fingers. The fingers caressed his chin, tracing down his throat. The feel of the man’s fingers on his skin causing his cock to rapidly firm up, it springing free as he pushed his jeans down slightly.

“Good,” the tone had a breathy quality, “Stroke that lovely cock for everyone.”

The man’s voice made Harry’s eyes flutter shut and his hips thrust up. Cock bobbing up and slapping into his abdomen, he heard someone moan and returned it with one of his own. Fingers hot on his skin, tracing back and forth on his neck. His own fingers running down his chest, flicking his nipples briefly before wrapping themselves around his heated shaft. Moving up and down in steady strokes, the friction not quite right. The man moaned, fingers tightening on his throat.

“Slick your palm.”

Harry felt a mischievous smile grace his face, with deliberate slowness he lifted his hand from his cock and brought it up to his lips. Eyes fixed on the man as he peeped out his tongue to lap across his own palm. Dragging out the lick making sure the man watched his tongue wet his hand. The tiny moan that escaped from the thin lips made Harry’s heart race. Bringing his hand back to wrap the now slick palm around his hard cock. The strokes sure and slow, eyes never wavering from his stare. Keeping the eye contact, ignoring the room and the excited noises spilling out from the people.

“Faster.” the man croaked out, his own hand reaching to free his cock from the confines of his leather trousers. The musk of his arousal as it sprang forth filling Harry nostrils, the moan slipping out. His hand speeding up as his master wrapped a strong hand around his own member, pulling the foreskin back to show Harry the fluid that had gathered at the tip. Harry swayed forward, his mouth aching to lick it off and savour the flavour. The man laughed, pumping his hand to match Harry’s strokes.

“Do you want my cock?” his breath coming fast now.

Struggling to speak, Harry nodded frantically. Leaning his body forward again, tongue sticking out. The moans of the crowd reaching fever pitch, Harry only heard the man’s breath speeding up, hand moving furiously.

“Yes, yes.. Shall I come on that pretty face of yours?” he added a little twist, the pre-come dripping on to the floor at Harry’s feet, “Paint that tongue with my come?”

Stroking faster and faster, Harry’s hip began thrusting forward, fucking himself into his hand. Face flushed with lust, heart in his throat.

“YES!” Harry screamed, moaning as he felt the first string of come hit his face, sticking his tongue out to catch the rest. His master moaning, pumping himself fast, ribbons of hot salty come coating Harry’s tongue. His own climax hitting as soon as the essence hit his taste buds, his mouth full of come as he whimpered. The force of his own orgasm stopping his breath, balls erupting over the floor below him.

“BLOODY HELL!!!” Harry stumbled back, face covered with come. Eyes wide as they shot over to look at the door, Ron standing looking outraged, a pale Charlie standing behind him.
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