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When Do I Get to Have That?	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 33824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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When Do I Get to Have that?

Clubbing

The constant grinding was driving Harry mad with lust. The dull thud of the trance music beat around him carried him through his drugged haze. The strobe lights swayed to and fro landing on him and his statuesque companion. The man�s knee was between his legs arousing him with every joining of their bodies. Harry arched his back and smoothly turned his hips in a semi-circular manner. His hands found his companions lower back and dug in. In the semi-darkness, the man�s face leaned closer attempting to find his lips and capture them. Harry would have none of it. He wanted to continue flirting. This was a good weekend gig and he couldn�t allow it to morph into anything else.

He moved his hands and lightly clawed his way down the stranger�s chest. Firmly gripping Harry�s hips, the man possessively pulled Harry closer to grind against him harder. Harry didn�t complain and complied easily. Sweat slowly glided down his back, his primal instincts activating. He bit into the lips offered to him, hoping that he drew blood. The grip shifted from his hips to his arse affecting the rhythmic movement of his hips. Before Harry�s mood could be altered too much by the new position, he found he could wrap an arm around the man�s neck and pull him tantalizingly closer. He stopped his circular grind and bounced against him with the change in music.
The green and blue lights landed on them in the haze and Harry felt like a star. The crowd around them was full of men intimately dancing with their sex partners. Harry hadn�t yet graduated to anal sex, but if this man was any prize and could withstand one more weekend of teasing Harry was willing to try. The solid of the man in front of him sharing the most intimate part of Harry�s life was an animal shaped like a human. It was as if since meeting over the past five weekends, they had made a silent pact to meet, dance like they were having primal sex on the dance floor and part without exchanging numbers or names. If anyone knew his sexual preference it was this man here shoving his need into Harry�s crotch.
Harry fantasized about the man�s features. The hair was darkened by the lack of bright white light to grant Harry even an inkling of its true color. The eyes were undoubtedly blue and the intensity they held gave him pause the first time he was approached. Being ever the adventurous Gryffindor of his youth, Harry had taken the offered hand and never looked back. Harry wasn�t sure if this magical man in front of him, fucking him with his clothes on and in beat with the music knew he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Most importantly did he care? Harry had not gone to great lengths to cover his scar with shape-shifting potions, charms or spells. It was left open for anyone here to see and explore if they were brave enough.
Instead, Harry had searched for a while and found a club open to men like himself who needed the utmost of privacy. The contract he signed would not allow him to reveal the men he�d met there and vice versa to blackmail him for his unpopular actions. Being gay was no way to carry on the tradition of compulsory heterosexuality in both the magical and muggle worlds. Sure, Dumbledore had been gay, but he�d never taken a life partner. Taking a life partner was a serious decision and one that was not private, but involved a marriage ceremony, if not a full scale bonding ritual. Only those with the most loving of families and confidence in the face of ridicule were brave enough to fulfill their hearts desires. Harry, shook his head wildly, he was content to continue his private life, in this secret world rolling his hips seductively against another man.
Soft nibbling at the base of his neck caused Harry to lose concentration. The sharp incisors that drew blood that had once been a turn off excited him further. He could feel the man lapping at the blood drawn. The throb in his lower extremity caused him to see flecks of color amidst the now purple and dark green spotlights that flew over the crowd. The taste of his blood in the kiss that followed excited him to the point of tears. How could this creature make him feel so alive? Gods, Harry thought to himself, it was a blessing that this place allowed any magical being able to sign the contract and follow the house rules. Harry smiled into the captivating kiss. Their tongues met as a hand dipped into the front of his jeans. Harry assisted by pulling the man closer and returning to his circular patterns of movement in his hips. The appreciative grunt gave Harry all he needed when the wander fingers found what they sought and drew Harry closer.
It was after a maddening climax that Harry stumbled into his companion. His body spent. Between the drinks, the heavy dancing and the sexy man with the talented hands, Harry was too tired to think. He allowed himself to be led off the dance floor to the lounge area. It was equally as dark and anonymous as the dance floor and the colorful lights there glittered. Harry fell backward as soon as they reached an enclosed couch. Floating dividers that were glowing with odd patterns separated them from the next seating area. The sound of moaning permeated through the loud techno music. Harry lifted himself up onto his elbows and saw that his trousers were missing their front button. He smirked when he realized that the stranger had broken the front of his trousers. Raising his legs and allowing them to fall open, Harry rested back and waited for the man to join him.
�You are hard to resist,� he whispered hoarsely as Harry adjusted himself to the weight of the man on top of him. Without responding, Harry wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply. An epiphany hit him and he unwound his legs and raised himself up, pushing the large muscled man with him. It was with strong protests that Harry was able to force the man to sit up and allow Harry to unfasten his dark trousers. Harry breathed deeply. There was nothing more he wanted than good skin on skin action. His companion complied easily and in the semi-darkness, Harry�s eyes met the man�s husky length for the first time. Licking his lips, Harry lay back and lifted his hips as his trousers were eagerly pulled down.
The air of the club met his burgeoning erection with a tender caress. The contact that commenced almost convinced Harry to allow this man, this stranger to penetrate him. Harry could not permit, even with the constant mind blowing reaction of skin on skin contact, himself to be deflowered. At the height of his climax, Harry inhaled deeply and intended to ride out the pleasure trip. The grunting above him, coupled with the harsh thrust into his pelvis cause Harry to release with a sultry cry. Harry�s companion continued until he too reached his climax and ejaculated.
The feel of a warm, wet tongue over his lips and progressing to his cheeks and neck made Harry smile. He loved it when this wannabe vampire drew his blood after such a wonderful display of sexual prowess. Harry almost wished he could bring the man home with him, but he couldn�t do that. His life was so structured that he couldn�t imagine trying to explain this to his friends and his supporters and allies his choice of partners. It was much easier to act adorably incompetent and nervous around young women and possible suitors than it was to admit the truth. He�d kept Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys and the Wizarding World at bay this long doing just that. There was no reason to change just yet.

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Harry�s head was still filled with the pulsing beat of the club Hidden when he entered his home. Harry didn�t bother turning on the lights, he become accustomed to wandering around his flat in the dark. It was three in the morning and he wasn�t the slightest bit tired. Not after such a wonderful nearly platonic meeting with his mystery man.

��Arry, is that you?�
Harry stopped in his tracks, felt his wand slide down from its protective holster and cast Lumos. �Ron? What the hell are you doing here?� Harry narrowed his eyes at the sight of his red headed best mate sitting on his couch with a knitted throw over his clothed form. Harry did not fail to notice how Ron was wearing a pair of his pajamas. Harry knew he would never get the red head�s smell out of the clothes now. Inhaling a groan, Harry made his way over to an armchair near the fireplace he�d just flooed out of.

Ron looked sheepish as he stared hard down at his covered legs, ��Mione and I are having issues.�
�Again, Ron, how does that leave you in my living room? Come on mate, there was nowhere else for you to go?� Ron turned a bright red.
He began lowly and his pitched slowly raised, �Can�t go to mum�s. Hermione said that I run back to her all the time and I can�t prove her right, eh?�
Harry didn�t release his cross expression as Ron chanced a glance up at him. �No, I suppose you couldn�t but you could have gone to Percy�s or George�s. Why is it always me? Isn�t it enough we see each other at work every day?�
Ron gave him a lopsided grin. �Can�t go to Percy�s he�d give me the same speech as �Mione and George well he said not to visit at night unless I wanted to see a surprise.�
Harry leaned back in his chair allowing a smug expression to cloud his face. He didn�t want to explain his whereabouts. It was George who�d told him about Hidden and surprisingly Percy who had told George. Harry was sure that both were seeing blokes and that George was the nearest to getting caught. He�d heard the story of George having to hide one of his conquests under the bed when Molly had come over unexpectedly to cheer George up a few days after the anniversary of Fred�s death. Percy was much better at covering is tracks. He and Penelope had feigned a cold yet creative relationship that fooled both of their parents and friends. Of course, Harry had never dreamed of Percy using the cover of a heterosexual relationship to hide his inversion, but Harry wasn�t in Percy�s position.
Harry knew that Molly was pressuring Hermione and Ron to have children while they were �still young.� Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley was so confident that Harry would be with Ginny, she rarely mentioned his dating prospects. George hid behind his grief over Fred and his joke shop. Charlie stayed clear of the United Kingdom and Percy had Penelope and he could argue his mother out of his procreative affairs. Bill and Fleur had already fulfilled that unspoken demand. Ginny was training with some Quidditch team that Harry had long forgotten the name of. He didn�t follow the sport as much as he used too.

�Mind if I stay here for a bit? I mean I won�t be in the way. �Mione said that she only needed a few weeks to cool off and then I�ll know what�s going on. I mean I proposed to her and that was the right thing to do, but now with the wedding so close and mum�s wants I don�t know what to do.�
Harry was sure that Ron really meant that he didn�t know who�s side to be on. �I�m no expert Ron, but Hermione is your primary focus. If you forget that then you might as well move back in with your mum and forget ever getting married to any intelligent witch.� Stretching, Harry got up and left before Ron could pounce on him with a defensive reply or questions.
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Ron watched Harry leave. He hadn�t even gotten to ask what that stain on his jeans had been. Nor had he asked how Harry had been able to see in the complete darkness of the flat before lighting his wand. Looking at his clothes and other things he bought with him from he and �Mione�s flat on the floor, it was hard to see how Harry hadn�t broken his neck.
Smiling, Ron snuggled back into his sleeping position and waited to hear Harry�s door closed. His �Mione had been right, Harry was hiding something from them. Her idea to feign an argument and have him move into Harry�s flat to watch him closer had worked. Now if only he had been able to flow Harry to whatever meeting Harry had gone to. Closing his eyes, Ron figured that he would speak to Hermione about the next step in their plan of action. After all there had to be a reason why Harry had not resumed his relationship with Ginny. She was perfect for him. Ron was sure that Harry was still affected by the war. It had only been a year since the war. The grieving process was nowhere near over, but Harry needed someone to help him through it and Ginny was the right person.

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I know I should not be starting another fic, but it just came to mind.

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