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Tiger, Tiger...	By : Alexa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry
Potter material, I am not making money off of this,
and so on. I do however own this story, and whatever quirks of original writing
I've put in it.

Warnings: I might get quite kinky here, so be warned. For this chapter - anal sex between men and some felching. ( I'm starting out slow :D )

AN: This is a first segment of a
series of one-shots I intend to write. This is also AU, in which some
differences are clearly visible, and others will come out in time. The details
of the back story will also gradually emerge. The starting point is that
Voldemort got to power in his first rising, and the Wizarding
world is now a different place. Harry is part of the aristocracy of this
society, which operates much like Victorian England. Harry never had to choose
a side in this battle, because by the time he got to Hogwarts, the issues were
resolved and under full control. Thus, he became what he is. Let the story unravel!

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Draco loved the new set of charms they'd had set on the
bed. They were of potentially incriminating nature, but that would be a problem
only if someone found their little nest and bothered to check it. And for anyone
to find this place they would have to get the address from their secret keeper,
which was unlikely as Draco himself made sure the man was on his death bed when
he accepted the role; and luckily he died only an hour later, an hour he spent
under Draco's own vigilant observation. Therefore, the secret was safe, and
they could do what they wanted in the place. Which they did.
Repeatedly. Shamelessly. Gloriously.

He stretched his newly cleansed, stretched and lubricated
body on the Egyptian cotton sheets and crooked a finger at his lover.

"Here, tiger, tiger, tiger. Come and get your piece of
meat kitty."

His lover pounced, per the request, as a hungry feline,
pinning Draco to the bed completely and growling with hunger. He then proceeded
to nip not so delicately on Draco's neck, scraping it with his teeth. Draco
sighed delightedly and stretched his neck to expose more flesh for the hungry
mouth devouring him, whispering hoarsely as he did so.

"I want you to turn me around, lick me from neck to
ass, bite me, eat me out, and Fuck me, Harry," he moaned appreciatively as
a hand on his prick squeezed harder. "Go for it tiger, I need you hard and
rough today," another moan and twist of his body, "need you so much.
oh yes, Harry."

His breath caught a little as he was flipped forcefully to
his stomach. His body continued to dance on the sheets, writhing and offering
itself to the lusty human animal above him. His throat was producing a litany
of anticipatory mmm's of pleasure, soon destined to
become full grown moans of passionate sex.

Hands were sliding with much friction and pressure over his
skin, blunt fingers digging into his sides as they moved to grab his ass and massage was such an inadequate word for what they did; he
thought 'molested' would be a much better verb. He moaned appreciatively. Which was answered with a growl of pleasure from above him.
Life was good.

He felt lips and then teeth caressing his neck and
shoulder, covering it with saliva and pleasure as one might cover a toast in
marmalade before consuming it. Still moving as much as he could under the
pressure of the body that was now resting most of its weight on him to get more
friction of skin, Draco turned his head toward the shoulder blade on which his
lover's mouth was currently feasting.

"Do it now, tiger, I want you in me now, full
and big, now Harry."

As his lover obeyed, he continued, enjoying the sensations
of intrusion into his body. "You can eat me out right after, tiger."
With those last words he sunk his head in his folded hands and concentrated on
the slow insistent movement inside of him, the growling sounds of pleasure from
above him, his own moans, the feel of the sheets on his aroused cock, and the
feeling of a hot, heavy body pressing over him. God, this was what made
life worth living.

They both started moving faster, Draco pressing his hands
and thighs against the mattress now to get the leverage to push back better,
Harry working savagely from above, hitting his prostate with instinctual
certainty born out of years of experience. Their voices were getting harsher,
and their bodies sweatier. Draco thought he could feel the drops of sweat
hitting his back, but right now that only made him grin in satisfaction and
push back harder.

They were changing positions now, Harry's strong hands
lifting Draco's hips off the mattress completely, leaving him with his ass in
the air and his cock without the friction the sheets provided. Draco made a
demanding sound and a hand was applied to his prick, as another push into him
made him moan. Harry's rhythm was rapidly becoming erratic, and Draco himself
was finding it hard to keep a measured pace when his legs were trembling with
approaching pleasure. He gave up rhythm for speed and felt himself coming
closer to the precipice, rushing towards it actually, falling off it, crashing
into the golden gates of forbidden paradise, ripping them of the hinges, and
breaking inside, having its white perfection spill out of him in sticky
spurts, defiling the setting, and dragging Harry with him into the heaven which
neither of them was going to see otherwise.

With a last moan they both subsided onto the sheets, Harry
a heavy, liquefied weight on Draco's languid body.

All was still for a long while, only their panting breaths
disrupting the silence. Harry finally moved his head to leisurely mouth Draco's
neck. Draco moved his head to the side and said, "I think you can get to
eating me out now."

Harry chuckled as he slowly pulled out, dragging little
sounds of pleasure out of both of them, and moved his body downwards.
"Demanding little piece of meat I got today."

Draco didn't believe there was a need for any further
answer then humming approvingly of the attention his ass was getting. A wet
tongue was moving from his tail bone downwards in a jagged line, slipping over
his pleasantly loose hole and a little lower, to catch all the sperm that
spilled and bubbled out of him with Harry's exit. Draco lifted his hips to
help. The tongue then pushed firmly inside of him, and as hands held him open,
lips covered his entrance. His ass was being French kissed and ravished, and
soothed, and cleaned, and sucked, and eaten. It was a lovely thing to
experience. And ever so lovely was the knowledge that it would go on for quite
some time. With that thought Draco pushed a plush pillow in his lover's
direction, and Harry arranged it under Draco to help hold him up. Ah, full
relaxation, and utter bliss.

Much later, when Harry was finished Draco turned on his
side and embraced him. "Lovely, Harry."

"Yes, wasn't it. I like that kiwi taste you added."

"Hmm? It's a random selection of the charm actually. Thought that might add a fun touch."

"Mm-hmm" Harry's lips were busy tracing patterns
below Draco's ear.

They settled on the bed, Draco lying his head down on
Harry's chest, his hand covering a dusky nipple, Harry threading his hand in
the sweaty blond hair.

"So, how long can you stay?"

"How long have you got?"

"Till Sunday. Pansy will be
coming home for the Notts' ball."

"Oh yes, I remember. What was it they called it? The Egyptian Fest? How droll."

"Very. Pansy finds it utterly delightful. She's got a
new dress, of course."

"Of course. Are you going in
costume or just covering yourself with Egyptian motifs?"

"The latter."

"Why, not enough imagination?"

"No, but I think Voldemort and father already plan to
go as pharaohs, and I'm not about to compete and court their displeasure. Plus,
Pansy is going as Nefertiti. So, we're covered in the
dress department." He twisted his head to Harry's face, "Are you
going?"

"Of course. I've been courting
the Notts for a year now. I couldn't ever miss dear Akana's coming out ball."

Draco smirked. "Yes, dear Akana's
mother might not forgive you if you do."

"Exactly. So we're both here
till Sunday."

"Yes." He stretched,
keeping his head near Harry's hand so as to not dislodge it from his hair.
"We are."

***

They spent a very productive weekend in the cabin,
venturing out to attend the races in Dublin.
Harry used the opportunity to purchase a pony as a coming out present to Akana Nott, and Draco used it to check out a brothel in the
area. The horse was given directions and a glamour,
and was supposed to fly in around Sunday morning to the Notts'
stable. Draco declared that the brothel had very little to offer and that he
was satisfied that in this as in everything else the true Brits reigned
superior.

"You knew that already, Draco. Why bother checking
out?" Harry asked.

"To see the competition, of course.
A businessman can never be too vigilant, my dear Harold."

"As if it's really a business to
you." Harry snorted. "You just bought the share to get a say
on which boys come in."

"Shhh,
dear Harold. You know I have no share in anything. Especially
not where people might not approve."

"Then you might cease referring to your little
excursion as a business meeting. And speaking of anything; did you see the new
art piece from the Islands? Lily assured me it
was exquisite."

"I'm sure she did. But I suppose we could check it out
on our way back."

"Then let us go. I've won more than enough today
already."

"As usual, you little cheat."

"Now Draco, that is no
accusation one makes to another gentleman. Such tall tales might provoke a
duel, if you're not careful."

"Ah, a duel then. How very wicked of you. Would you care to set your weapon of
choice?"

"Our wands, of course."

"Of course."

"What shall we set as a prize, then?"

"That little art work should do, if it's any
good."

"Hmm? all right then. Let's see what little creation
Lily got for us."

***

The Efrit turned out to be quite
beautiful, looking like a boy of about fourteen, his tattoos cleverly arranged
to make his body an exotic offering and to present a gallery of paintings on
inspirational themes. Draco was circling it as it sat on the plush carpet,
looking at him as the blond moved.

"A fairly worthy prize, don't you think?"

"Quite." Harold turned to Lily. "Does he
speak English?"

"Not as such, sir. In fact he doesn't speak at all. He
understands quite well however."

"Marvelous," said Draco turning to the little
oriental with approval.

"Training?"

"Meticulous, sir." Her voice
rang with pride.

"How long will he last?"

"Two months, sir"

"Very well. Draco, shall
we?"

"Harry, I believe we shall."

"I believe you are right, Draco. And I believe I shall
enjoy winning this little dual of ours."

"One may dream, Harold, one may dream." He turned
to the proprietress with finality. "We'll take him."

"Yes,
sir. Congratulations, sir."

***

They had the duel in their favorite place for such things ?
the little wood clearing in the Malfoy-Parkinson estate in which the two of
them celebrated Draco's marriage five years ago.

Harry won, after sustaining more injuries than Draco. They
were pretty evenly matched, but where Draco had speed, Harry had endurance,
which accounted for this victory. As Draco attended Harry's wounds, he
admonished him once again for not bothering to set up a proper shield.

"The fact that you can take it,
doesn't mean that you should! How utterly and tiringly obtuse of you, Harold!"

"You have considered that I probably do it to have you
coddle me afterward, Dear Draco, have you not?" He fluttered his eyelashes at
Draco.

Draco kicked him with his elbow and then kissed him
fleetingly on the mouth and went on:

"Next time I'll get the healer to patch you up, and
you will get no coddling what's-o-ever. That, I hope, will be enough to break
this ridiculous habit."

Harry stretched on the grass, putting his hands behind his
head.

"It might. But then I might start feigning influenza
when we're together, and that would be much less fun. Just think ? all that
coughing, and complaining."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"I'm sure. So, about your
prize."

"It's your prize now, Harold."

"Ah, but you wanted it more than I. I saw how you
looked at it. I merely wanted to clear my honor of your dreadful accusations of
fraudulent behavior."

"Did you?"

"Yes. But I do hope you'll let me share the enjoyment
with you when you're in the mood?"

Draco rolled over to his side, stopping his gazing at the
clouds to look at Harry.

"Of course I will. Otherwise, what would be the
fun?"

"Quite true. I do add spice
to any, even oriental combination."

"I wouldn't be always, however; you understand."

"Oh, I do. Dear Draco doesn't like to share his toys,
I'm highly aware of that."

"Have you considered that you got that impression
because I just don't like to share you?" His eyes were both flirting and
making fun of Harry.

"I have. And discarded the thought.
You don't like to share anything at all. You're just generally greedy and
inhospitable."

"Yes, I am that, aren't I?"

"Yes, Draco. It's a good
thing that I don't mind." He rolled over completely and flattened Draco to
the ground. "Cast the spell."

He did. The invisibility spell
was now added to the silencing one. And then Harry's mouth was added to
Draco's.

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End of this segment.

AN: God, How I missed reviews while I wasn't writing? Review
people! Make my day! :-)

AN2: The title is inspired by Blake's poem "Tiger,
tiger, burning bright" and here is a link to it ? you should read it, it's
very good, and applies well to the series: http://bartleby.com/101/489.html
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