Any Port in a Storm

Any Port in a Storm
Draco/Harry slash fic
NC-17

this story I did for VL, who wanted Draco and Harry, slash with no real angst... just two guys...going at it.... I hope that I succeeded.. Pure slash is new to me, but I didn\'t want either of them to be flaming poofdas...oh...and no one gets pregnant....whats up with that?

I don\'t own these characters, JK does, and I bet she would never have Draco and Harry shagging... So I did it for her... Don\'t sue.. Don\'t shoot..

Give me an up or a down review, doesn\'t have to be long... I want to know if I am hitting it right with the slash.. It isn\'t my usual.



Draco lay back on his small pallet in a freezing cold stone cottage in outer freckin Siberia. The warmth from the small magical fire and warming spells he had used made it so his breath wasn\'t showing, but he was still in serious danger of hypothermia. He looked over at the other figure on another pallet , shivering and huddled up, trying to keep warm also, and wondered how he ended up here with Harry (the HERO!) Potter.

The why they were in Siberia was ostensibly to route out the few remaining Death Eaters. Draco was supposed to go because he recognized most of them on sight. Harry was there because he was \'vital\' to the mission.

Draco snorted. Draco was here because Arthur Weasley hated him after catching Draco buggering Charlie at a Celebration Party on Voldemorts defeat. Hell, it was Charlie who came up to Draco in a drunken haze and whispered in his ear that maybe they could find a quiet corner for a quick shag. Draco was simply a victim of his hormones and being with the wrong person at the right time. Why Harry was here was the real mystery. Draco knew that after the battle was over, Harry had been \'sowing his seed\' all over wizard London, but had recently settled down with Ginny Weasely. Draco had heard through the grapevine , i.e. Charlie ,who still kept in touch, that for some reason they had broken up. Ginny was crying ,and Arthur was NOT happy. Harry soon began to get the same shit jobs that Draco did. Draco would feel sorry for the poor bastard but he was too busy feeling sorry for himself.

Another huge chill ran through Draco. \" Bugger it!\" Draco said out loud, getting out of his pallet, grabbing his blankets and going to stand next to Harry\'s pallet. \"I have no intention of dying in this forsaken wasteland, Potter. We are going to share body warmth, so get up, get naked and we will share covers.\"

Harry rolled over and looked up at Draco. \" We will not, you flaming queer, you\'ll try to molest me in my sleep.\"

Draco looked down at Potter with a sneer on his face. \" Don\'t flatter yourself Potter. Whiney tragic heroes aren\'t my type. For the record I am not a \'flaming queer\"... I prefer to think of myself as....flexible.\" This last said with a twist of the lips and a decided smirk.

Harry felt a bit put out to find out that he wasn\'t Draco\'s type. Not that he wanted him or anything, but Harry had a delicate sense of self esteem. \" I am not whiny, \" said Harry with a huff, as he got out of bed and began stripping, because freezing to death was becoming a real possibility right now and Harry decided that being molested by Draco was preferable to that. Draco also stripped down to his boxers, trying not to check out Harry and hoping that Harry wasn\'t checking out him. He just knew that his dick and balls were the size of a dolls, with the cold.Draco was normally really proud of his package. They piled up the clothes on top of the covers and slid inside. The pallet was small, no wider than a single bed, so after much arguing, they lined up, front to back, with Draco behind Harry.

Draco was trying his best not to become aroused by Harrys tight little bum pressed up against his front. He was trying to resist the urge to smell Harry\'s hair and lean in for a little nip on Harrys delectable looking shoulder. Just went to show, that even when you didn\'t like someone, that you could be attracted to them. Especially if they were snugged up against your private parts. Draco gave a silent groan and willed himself to go to sleep. Harry, who had been tense, waiting for Draco to make a move on him, felt Draco relax and soon followed him into slumber.

Some time in the night, Harry woke up. In their sleep, Draco and he had changed positions. Draco and rolled over onto his back, and Harry was laying facing him, slightly on top of Draco. Harry supposed laying on Draco a bit was the only reason that Harry hadn\'t fallen to the floor. Harry\'s face wasn\'t very far from Dracos. Harry could make out his features even with his glasses off. Dracos white blond hair was longer now, shoulder length, fine, but a lot of it. It tended to flop over his brow, giving him a rakish air. Harry felt a pull of attraction and cursed himself. This was the reason he and Ginny broke up. Not Draco, but the fact that deep inside, Harry couldn\'t commit to Ginny knowing that he was also attracted to men. He hadn\'t acted on it, other than the mutual wanking that went on in the Griffindor boys\' dormitory. Harry had always been attracted to Ron, but Ron had no interest whatsoever in men. Wouldn\'t even join in the wanking sessions. He supposed in some ways, that was why he had finally succumbed to Ginny. Because she reminded him of Ron. Harry snorted to himself. Better he should have shagged Charlie, at least no one would have expected him to marry the bloke the morning after. Unlike Ginny, whom after a drunken night of debauchery, fully expected Harry to marry her, and when he couldn\'t go through with it, turned her whole family against him. Well, not Ron, who thought Harry had a lucky escape. He told Harry that Ginny would have made him \"bloody miserable\".

Harry went back to studying Draco\'s face. His lashes were so blond that they were almost invisible from far away, but this close up they lay against Dracos cheek like two small white feathers. Draco\'s face was all angles, no real softness to it, with a stubborn chin and sharp cheekbones and sharp brow ridge. His lips were thin also, but in sleep, not twisted into his trademark smirk, Harry saw that his mouth was wide, generous even. Harry wanted to kiss that mouth. Harry decided to roust Draco, make him roll to his side, so that Harry wouldn\'t be tempted anymore, but Draco was a hard sleeper, and the most Harry got from his repeated digging into his ribs was a snort and his head turning away.

Suddenly Harry was struck with an idea. Draco was a hard sleeper. He wasn\'t waking up even with prodding. Harry could satisfy some of his curiousity about other men in general, and Draco in particular. Draco would never be the wiser. Harry began sliding down on the pallet, his eyes now at Draco\'s nipple level. Draco\'s nipples were a pale pink, their color not standing out against his alabaster skin. Harry noted though that he had rather prominant nipples, they looked a bit like a muggle pencil eraser. Harry flicked his tongue over one, looking up at Draco\'s face to see if there was a reaction. Harry realised that he couldn\'t see Draco clearly from here, but there was no movement, so he pressed on. Harry dallied with Dracos nipples a bit more. Licking them, and even nipping them a bit, making them stand out even more. Harry liked breasts on women, but with them the size of the breast is what stood out, with men, nipples were the whole show. Harry liked that.

Harry moved lower, running his mouth and hands down Draco\'s flat stomach. He didn\'t have washboard abs , but the lean subtle muscling that Quidditch gave you. Draco was tight, with a belly button that was ever so slightly an outie. For some unknown reason, this turned on Harry. he found himself fascinated by Draco\'s belly button. He ran his tongue over it, again and again, until he worried that he might wake up Draco, so he moved on. At this point, he slid up in the bed quickly, to get a closer look at Draco\'s face, and saw his eyes were still closed. Draco\'s breathing still deep and even. Harry reached down, sliding Dracos boxers down his legs, lifting Draco\'s bum slightly, all the while watching for signs that Draco was waking up. Nothing. Encouraged, Harry slid back down in the bed. Harry looked at Draco closely for the first time. He saw these two, beautifully biteable hipbones, framing a trail of sparse, white blonde hair that led down to Draco\'s cock. It was beautiful, like the rest of him. Harry had seen a lot of cocks. Couldn\'t avoid it in the locker rooms or dormitories, but he had never seen one as perfect as Dracos. It was a rosy pink, perfectly straight, average length , it had a slightly larger mushroom head and a few perfect veins standing out on the sides. It looked like a sculpture to Harry. At first the fact that Draco was erect, alarmed Harry. Thinking Draco was awake, checked, but realised that Draco must be just having one of those involuntary hard ons that were common in men. Harry ran his hands gently over Draco\'s penis. For some reason he found it as fascinating as he had found Draco\'s belly button. Harry ran his fingers over the tip, around the head, mapping all the curves, angles and veins that ran along the surface. He ran his fingers gently over the ballsack and noted that the skin puckered and tightened up a bit at his touch.

A single, pure white drop of precum stood out on the tip. Harry knew it was dangerous, but he couldn\'t stop himself from reaching out with his tongue and licking off the drop. As he did this, the overwhelming urge to suck Draco\'s cock swamped Harry\'s sense of self preservation and he gave into the impulse. Tentatively at first, licking up and down and all around like a sugar ice on a hot summer day, then finally engulfing the head in his mouth and slowly, as smoothly as possible Harry slid Dracos entire penis in his mouth. It tasted so good to Harry. It was such a sensual experience on so many levels. The salty taste, the musky smell, the hard smooth feel of his cock sliding in and out of Harry\'s mouth. Harry found himself losing control, not being as careful not to awaken Draco, so caught up in the experience. Harry felt Draco shift a bit, heard a moan, Draco\'s cock making as if to follow Harry when he was sliding back. Harry stopped, looking wildly up at Draco, not able to see the expression on his face, but noticing that his head had turned, as if to look down at him. Harry was mortified and began to get up, when he felt hands on his head, gentle, but holding him in place.

\" Don\'t stop, Potter,\" Draco said in a hoarse whisper, \" Please don\'t stop.\" Draco pulled Harry back to his cock, thrusting up slightly with his pelvis, so Harry got the message.

Harry gulped loudly, then decided that he didn\'t want to pretend anymore, and went back to sucking Draco.

Draco groaned loudly. He had felt Potter try to awaken him before, but didn\'t want to move from his back, so he had just decided to ignore the bossy wanker. Then as he was about to drift back to sleep, he felt Harry moving down and playing with his nipples. Draco tried his best to be quiet and not to stop Harry. He wasn\'t one to miss a good opportunity to when it presented itself. If Harry wanted to satisfy his curiousity, Draco surely wasn\'t going to stop him from exploring. It became harder and harder not to react. He could tell that without Harry\'s glasses, he couldn\'t see Draco\'s face So Draco was able to open his eyes and watch Harry suck his cock. Merlin... it felt so good. Harry hadn\'t had a lot of experience doing this, Draco could tell. Draco would be surprised if this wasn\'t his first time sucking a prick, but he was learning fast. Harry clearly loved his work.

Finally Draco couldn\'t restrain his movement anymore and a groan came from his mouth. Harry froze and made to break contact. Draco couldn\'t allow that. He pleaded with Harry not to stop...\"Please just don\'t stop.\" Harry complied and soon Draco was throwing his head back and digging his heels into the pallet, trying to prolong the experience, but not being too successful at it. With a strangled \" Fuck!\" Draco gave up the fight and began spurting down Harry\'s throat. Harry tried to swallow , he liked it when a girl did that for him, but was overwhelmed and soon lifted off. Harry kept up wanking on Dracos cock, prolonging the spurts. With one last gasp, Draco fell back against the pallet.

Harry stayed down at cock level on Draco. He wasn\'t sure that he could look into that sly smirking slytherin face and know that he had just serviced Draco Malfoy. Well... His secret was well and truly out there now... Harry groaned and buried his face into the side of Draco\'s hip. Maybe he could just stay here forever.

Draco looked down at Harry. Potter looked the very picture of guilty dejection. Draco normally would have enjoyed seeing his discomfort, but he had just given a fab orgasm. Draco, feeling generous, leaned down, grabbed Harry under the armpits and lifted him up to eye level. Draco flipped, putting Harry on the bottom and looking deep into his eyes, laid a kiss on Harry that took his breath away. Draco was all tongue and teeth, forcing Harry to give way. Harry opened his mouth and let him in. Their tongues dueled for several minutes then Draco broke the kiss.

He leaned back slightly. \"Why thank you Potter, \" Draco drawled. \" That was very nice, let me return the favor.\" With that, Draco began sliding down Harry\'s body, kissing and nipping at his prominent collar bones, chewing on his flat brown nipples, down his ribs, across his belly.. Draco seemed as fascinated by Harry\'s innie, as Harry had been with Draco\'s outie. He fucked it with his tongue and rimmed it, driving Harry almost into a giggling fit. The man was ticklish! Draco moved lower, getting in between Harry\'s legs forcing him to part them and expose all of his privates to Draco\'s rapacious gaze. Harry had a penis that looked like he did.. long, and lean. Draco grinned. This boy had possibilities. Draco shoved his knees up tighter into Harry\'s thighs forcing him to open up wider. Draco could see all the way down to Harry\'s brown arsehole. Draco had plans for that hole. He smirked to himself, not wanting to alarm Harry , and dove down, capturing Harry\'s weeping cock in his mouth and swallowing with one smooth practiced move.

Harry lifted his arse off the pallet and let out a shocked moan. It felt so good, feeling Draco bottom out at the base of his cock. Women rarely could do this with Harry. Guess that big mouth was good for something. Harry had the slightly hysterical thought that he might actually like Draco if he could keep a dick shoved down his throat so he couldn\'t talk. Harry laughed slightly, and began thrusting into Draco\'s mouth, setting his own pace. Draco allowed him to do this for a few minutes, but then pulled off and went lower. He sucked each of Harry\'s ballocks into his mouth, one at a time, and then slid lower still, running his tongue down the crevice between the ball sac and arsehole. Harry sucked in a deep breath, no one had ever done this to him before, and he couldn\'t believe how sensitive this area was... Draco kept up the laving with his tongue, as his hands kept up a torrid massage on Harry\'s cock and balls. Draco slid his knees almost under Harry\'s thighs, canting his bottom even further in the air. Draco began running his tongue over the rosebud of Harry\'s arse.

Harry gasped, this was new! For a second he was turned off by the idea, but soon was engulfed with the amazing sensations, Harry felt his control slipping, Draco was fucking his hole now with his tongue, quickly, insistently, not allowing Harry to mount any kind of defence whatsoever. Harry\'s legs began shaking as he fought for control, but the fight was already over and his cock began showering Harry\'s chest and stomach as Draco kept up his persistant wanking along with his perverted little rim job.

Draco finally let Harry\'s legs fall back to the pallet. He reached over for his wand and said a simple cleaning spell. Draco then lay back down on top of Harry, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Harry had finally stopped gasping like a landed trout. Harry looked at Draco, and Draco at Harry. \" So Potter, \" said Draco, \" You warm yet?\"

Harry grinned, \" Not bad. You?\"

Draco smirked, \" I am fine, sorry about molesting you. We , how did you put this, flaming queens, can\'t seem to help ourselves, especially in our sleep. \"

Harry grinned sheepishly, \" Well, anything to get warm.\"

Draco wiggled his eyebrows at him, \" Any port in a storm, eh Potter?\"

Harry chuckled, \" I am beginning to see the benefits of being..... flexible. \"

Draco snorted and buried his face in Harry\'s neck. \" Yes.... it has its advantages.\"


the end... for now anyway....