"Look up. Don't look at me."
Gripping the sides of the chair, Harry tried desperately not to blink, but he
just wasn't used to someone stabbing his eye with a pencil. He felt his eyes
water and joked, "I must look great right now."
Bill laughed and Harry made a mental note to make him do that as often as
possible. "Shut up or I'm going to mess up."
Harry shut up, still fruitlessly trying to control his eyes.
After a moment, Bill leaned back and admired his work, running his thumb
firmly over Harry's eyelid. "Lovely," he declared. "I do good
work." Bill held up a mirror and Harry squinted at his reflection.
Startled, he stared at himself, his eyes rimmed with a mix of black and red eye
makeup. Harry's eyelashes seemed impossibly long, his eyes criminally green, and
he blinked up at Bill in surprise.
"Satisfied?"
"I look like a girl!"
"You do not. Do I look like a girl?" Bill spread his hands and
indicated his own get-up. Dark black make-up heavily lined his eyes and lips,
contrasting perfectly with the layer of pale colour decorating the rest of his
skin. His hair, freed of its usual ponytail, cascaded over his shoulders in
thick, red waves. The fang that dangled from his ear remained, joined by a
matching one spearing his eyebrow and another dangling from a long chain around
his neck. The necklace settled gracefully over a flowing black tunic, which
stopped at Bill's waist, so he could better show off the sinfully tight black
leather trousers clinging to every inch of his lower body. Harry was almost
positive Bill wore nothing underneath, as he easily made out a bulge beneath
Bill's zipper. Harry gulped and looked down, focusing on the finishing touch to
the outfit -- steel-toed dragonhide boots with so many buckles and ties they had
to have been fixed by magic.
Harry shook his head, conceding Bill's point. "No, not at all. You,
however, are not dressed like...like this." He tried standing and
nearly fell over.
Bill chuckled and pulled Harry up. "Are you saying you don't like the
outfit I picked for you?"
Harry blushed crimson, both because he'd just inadvertently insulted Bill and
because his body was now flush against the older man's. Another reason he'd been
sure of Bill's pantsless state was because of his own, a fact that jumped to his
attention as his cock did the same. Tight, red, vinyl shorts did little to cover
the state of Harry's arousal and, for the first time in his life, Harry wished
he were dressed in Dudley's cast-offs. As Bill lightly ran a finger down Harry's
exposed abdomen, momentarily playing with the hair there, Harry managed to
stammer, "N-no."
He was telling the truth. If anything allowed Harry to find himself in the
same situation that a lifted bottle of Firewhiskey, a surprisingly empty 12
Grimmauld Place, and a tired, horny cursebreaker had the week before, he liked
it. Even if liking it required him to be dressed in red shorts, a matching
high-necked vinyl half-shirt, and huge, black boots that brushed the bottom of
his thighs. Brightening, he realised the high soles of the boots made him quite
a bit taller, even if he couldn't actually walk in them.
"Good. Because you look so delicious I could eat you." Bill tipped
Harry's chin up and languidly began exploring his mouth. Harry, caught
off-guard, made a small noise and pressed his body closer, hands lightly
settling on Bill's hips. Bill nibbled on Harry's lower lip, stroking his face
with the back of his hand and, suddenly, the thin layer of vinyl separating
Harry's body from Bill's seemed far too thick as Harry began grinding his hips
in a circle. Bill pulled away then, causing Harry to make a frustrated noise.
Laughing, Bill flashed Harry a smile with an impossible number of perfect white
teeth.
"Now my lipstick's ruined," said Bill, clucking disappointedly.
Harry pouted. "You kissed me, you know." He took a
step and tripped over his own feet. This was just the way he liked life, Harry
thought sourly. Blurry and off-balance. Great.
Still laughing, Bill waved his wand and muttered two incantations. Harry
didn't know what had happened until he realised his vision had cleared
considerably. "A spell for balance and a temporary vision correction
charm," Bill explained. "They both only work for a few hours, but it
should get you through the night."
Tentatively, Harry stood, amazed that he could now not only see, but could
walk around the room with ease. "Teach me them?"
Bill nodded. "Some other time." Harry grinned happily. This meant
other times with Bill. More times than a drunken encounter and...wait.
"How did you get them to let me out tonight?" They were going to
some club that Harry'd never heard of in some place called the RLD. Dumbledore
and the Weasleys had been really cautious about the places Harry went, what with
Voldemort's power growing and his last year of Hogwarts set to begin in a couple
of weeks.
"Why, Harry, don't you know when you're being tutored in curse
breaking?" Bill smiled rakishly, attacking Harry's face with a tube of dark
red lipstick. "Go like this," Bill said, smacking his lips together.
Harry mimicked the action, then grinned widely. "Not exactly how I
pictured it, but I'm sure you're an excellent teacher."
"I am. And just so we know who's the teacher and who's the student here,
here's the finishing touch." Bill grabbed something off the dresser and
held it up. A collar. Harry shivered and not because he was cold or frightened.
He stretched his neck, presenting the pale expanse to his "teacher",
as Bill adjusted the clasps. Running one finger underneath the leather, Bill
murmured "Perfect". Snatching a compact from the bureau, he placed
Harry's hand over the small object and covered Harry's hand with his own. Then,
Harry felt a familiar tug behind his navel.
To Harry's complete amazement, he didn't stumble at all when he and Bill
spilled out of the Portkey moments later. Straining to see, he thought maybe
Bill's charm had worn off too quickly, but as his eyes adjusted, Harry realised
it was just because the club was so dark. Dark and loud. Harry resisted
the urge to cover his ears with his hands, not wanting to look like an idiot in
front of Bill. Dark, loud, and crowded, he amended a second later, as
several wizards pressed up against the couple. Bill seemed unfazed, grinning and
already nodding his head along with the loud guitar and insistent drumbeat.
Harry looked around at the crowd and sighed. "I knew I'd be dressed all
wrong," he said.
"What was that?" Bill had to shout to make himself heard.
"Everyone's in black!" Harry yelled back. "Everyone's looking
at me!"
Bill leaned over so his lips hovered so close to Harry's ear that Harry could
feel Bill's hot breath on his skin. Lowering his voice, both in volume and by
octave, Bill practically purred, "If you think they're looking at you
because you're dressed wrong, you're adorably mistaken." Bill's hand curled
protectively around Harry's waist. "They're looking at you because they're
wondering what they'd have to do to pull you away from me."
Wide eyed, Harry regarded the crowd. The complete lack of women was the first
thing Harry noticed; the second that a surprising number of patrons were looking
him up-and-down and licking or biting their lips. Harry, shocked and flattered,
let out a nervous giggle and tugged at the bottom of his shorts. Despite his
initial trepidation, he found himself leaning into Bill's body and swaying in
time with the thrumming beat of the band on stage. Not having to worry about
falling over, Harry found himself doing his own interpretation of dance, closing
his eyes and shaking his head in time with the screaming lead singer. After a
particularly intense song, Harry wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked
up at the stage.
Jaw dropping slightly, he found himself tilting his head to get a better look
at what was happening. A boy around Harry's age was practically humping the bass
player, who didn't seem all that upset about the arrangement. A silver mesh top
clung enticingly to the dancer's shoulders and back. Colour obviously chosen to
set off the boy's hair, Harry ripped his eyes from him. When he finally noticed
the skin-tight, silver vinyl moulded to the boy's legs and arse, Harry stopped
blinking altogether. He barely heard when Bill, chuckling, said, "See?
Someone else didn't wear black."
By way of an answer, Harry swallowed hard and slowly looked at Bill.
Jerking his head toward the stage, Bill asked, "Want him?"
"Huh?"
"I said, 'Want him?'"
Harry shook the cobwebs from his head. "What? No! I'm here with
you." Harry mentally berated himself. Here he was, with a insanely hot
older guy, who actually wanted to do unspeakable things with him and
Harry was staring at a slutty -- albeit, stunning -- stranger, dancing hundreds
of feet away. "You're gorgeous," Harry assured Bill. "I'm
just...looking." He couldn't believe he'd already buggered things up,
but...wait, was Bill laughing again?
Bill manoeuvred himself so the front of his body pressed up against the back
of Harry's. Harry groaned and closed his eyes briefly, as Bill brushed Harry's
ear with his lips again. "Harry, I'm not saying you should run off and
leave me alone." Bill's body pushed more firmly into Harry's, as one of his
hands played at Harry's waistband. "What I'm suggesting is you...and
me...and him...together." Both Bill and Harry focused on the stage, as the
dancing stranger seductively licked the bass player from chin to ear. Any blood
previously used by Harry's head pooled in his groin. Somehow, he managed a
strangled sound and a nod.
Displaying a degree of confidence Harry never could have managed, Bill kissed
the top of Harry's head and made his way towards the stage. As though they were compelled,
the throng parted easily as Bill passed, Harry unable to decide whether to ogle
Bill or the stranger. Flashing a brilliant grin at Harry over his shoulder, Bill
tugged on the blond boy's trouser leg. The dancer looked momentarily confused,
but when he saw Bill, he crouched instantly. Harry saw the two speaking
urgently, Bill's face relaxed and the boy leaning in, his interest evident. Bill
gestured towards Harry, who, suddenly embarrassed by the attention, turned away
slightly, trying to look nonchalant. A second later, Harry glanced up at the
stage, but both were already gone.
"Boo!" Harry jumped a foot in the air, startled by the voice. He
turned to look at Bill, whose arm was casually draped around the mystery boy's
shoulder, and his jaw dropped, a matching expression on the other boy's face.
"I take it you two know each other?" Bill asked unnecessarily.
"Bill," Harry said urgently, "this is Draco Malfoy.
Don't you know who his father is?"
Still apparently very amused by the goings-on, Bill said, "Not his
father, is he?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Still think he's hot?" Bill casually touched Malfoy's jaw. Harry
didn't answer, causing Malfoy to smirk knowingly. Bill turned to Draco.
"Still think that that red vinyl looks like 'sinful second skin'?" The
smirk quickly wiped from Malfoy's face, it was Harry's turn to look triumphant.
"Do you both still want to have some fun?"
"As long as Potter keeps his mouth shut," Malfoy drawled.
In reply, Bill leaned over and kissed Harry, mouth open, drawing Harry's
tongue out of his mouth. Harry, feeling suddenly possessive, slowly traced the
outline of Bill's lips with his tongue, extremely pleased when Bill groaned and
clutched Harry's arse. Bill, a little breathless, pulled away and faced Malfoy
again, as Harry traced patterns on Bill's neck with his tongue. "Still want
him to keep his mouth shut?" Again, Malfoy had no retort and just shook his
head, eyes wide. Amusement possibly permanently lacing his voice, Bill said,
"Then, I think you two should kiss and make up."
Harry looked up from his place on Bill's neck and, with some trepidation,
faced Malfoy. Gently, Bill pressed their heads together, Malfoy catching Harry's
lower lip with his teeth, sucking with enough force to elicit a moan from Harry.
Harry closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the back of Malfoy's neck,
deepening the kiss. Malfoy's tongue, now firmly in residence in Harry's mouth,
massaged his own. Drawing back again, Harry sucked lightly on the visiting
tongue, feeling a stirring in his stomach. Suddenly desperate to feel Malfoy's
body pressed to his, Harry moved his hand down Malfoy's arm to the small of his
back, pressing their hips together. When their erections rubbed up against one
another, the two parted, gasping.
"Well, let's go, then." Bill grinned, impatience joining amusement
in his voice. He hooked his index finger underneath Harry's collar and tugged at
the front of Malfoy's shirt with the other. "Nice of Draco to buy us a
private room, isn't it, Harry?" Dazed, Harry could only manage a mute nod
as he let himself be led away.
Harry and Malfoy followed Bill through a curtain towards the back of the
room. Momentarily nervous because there were just a few inches separating the
trio from the concert-goers, Harry took in the black walls and rug, accented by
a deep red circular couch, then was promptly thrown against the wall as Bill
ravaged his mouth. Proximity forgotten, Harry eagerly tangled his hands through
Bill's long hair and whimpered as Bill sucked hard on his tongue.
Too soon for Harry's liking, Bill pulled away and grabbed the sides of
Malfoy's face so he could explore his mouth, too. Harry felt his breathing grow
ragged as he watched Bill push his way under Malfoy's top, the mesh allowing
Harry a clear view as Bill eagerly rubbed Malfoy's stomach, then lightly pinched
his nipple. Malfoy's eyes were closed and he bucked his hips against Bill's
muscular leg, making a frustrated noise when Bill, teasing, pulled away and
started a slow exploration of the hollow of Malfoy's throat, the place where his
neck and shoulder met, finally sucking and biting on Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy
threw his head back and moaned fiercely each time Bill nipped his flesh. Then,
he opened his eyes and openly stared at Harry, whose hand -- seemingly of its
own accord -- had drifted to the front of his shorts. Mouth dry, Harry licked
his lips then took two steps, so he and Malfoy now sandwiched Bill.
Bill reached behind him, so he could more easily explore Harry's back, his
arse, the exposed tops of his thighs. Malfoy and Harry's lips met and all three
began grinding their bodies into one another. Feeling Malfoy's mouth and Bill's
hand, Harry still didn't feel satisfied and he just wanted more and more of both
of them. Bill turned slowly, so as not to separate Harry and Malfoy, and began
sucking and biting Harry's neck, just as he'd done with Malfoy. His hand moved
around to Harry's front and he began slowly stroking Harry through the thin
material. Squirming, Harry felt overloaded with sensation, while simultaneously
craving more, so he slipped his hand underneath Bill's tunic before sliding back
down and tugging on the hem.
Breaking away from Malfoy's eager tongue, Harry helped Bill pull his shirt
over his head, running his hands over the broad expanse of Bill's chest. He
leaned over, roughly rubbing his tongue over the patch of reddish-blonde chest
hair, moving to suck on Bill's nipple. As Harry bit down, Bill cried out,
movement increasing on Harry's shorts, then removing the hand, so he could help
Malfoy undress. Once Malfoy's shirt lay in a forgotten, wrinkled ball on the
floor, Bill easily undid the ties of his fly, reaching into his pocket to grab a
small jar of lubricant. Bill walked over to the couch, tugging his trousers past
his hips as he went. He sat down and began coating his fingers in oil, leisurely
stroking his own cock while Harry and Malfoy watched in fascination.
"Harry, take off your shirt and bottoms." Bill said, voice thick
with lust. After a pause, he added, "Leave everything else." Harry was
lucky the balancing charm was still working or he'd have definitely fallen over
in the rush to pull off his clothing. Once Harry was mostly naked, Bill beckoned
him over and, clad only in collar and thigh-high boots, he willingly made his
way to the couch. Bill turned Harry around, so he faced away from Bill, and ran
his hand down the cleft of Harry's arse, leaving an oily trail before carefully
sliding two fingers inside Harry, who hissed. It hurt, but Bill was moving so
cautiously that soon Harry was fucking himself on Bill's fingers, moaning
heedlessly and lamenting the loss when Bill removed them a moment later. One
hand on Harry's hips, Bill grasped the base of his own cock as he eased Harry
into a sitting position, impaling Harry on his hard member. Slowly, Bill pushed
past the taut ring of muscle until he was fully sheathed within Harry, who cried
out.
"You okay?" Bill asked huskily, worry threading his tone.
Harry nodded, rocking experimentally. "Burns a little."
"We'll go slow then," Bill said, movements matching Harry's. He
curled one hand around Harry's cock, unhurriedly stroking, using the other to
beckon Malfoy over. Malfoy who'd been fisting his own prick, obviously overcome
by the picture in front of him, toed off his shoes and rolled his trousers to
his ankles, stepping out of them before making his way over to the couple
fucking on the couch. When Malfoy reached them, both Harry and Bill pulled
Malfoy to Harry's waiting mouth. As Bill's free hand returned to Harry's hip,
Harry grabbed Malfoy's behind, enthusiastically taking as much of Malfoy's cock
as he could. When he reached the base, he nuzzled his nose against the almost
white hair covering Malfoy's groin and Malfoy gritted out "Fuck!" as
though it had six or seven syllables.
Harry moaned around the mouthful as Bill cupped his balls and pushed his
sweaty forehead against Harry's back, thrusting upwards, stroking the sensitive
spot within. With Malfoy in his mouth, Bill buried deep inside, and the hand
now-rapidly moving on his cock, Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer. He
gripped the base of Malfoy's cock and moaned loudly, vibrations from his mouth
hitting Malfoy, then his mouth again. Malfoy's hands tangled in Harry's hair and
Harry looked up to watch his face. Malfoy was watching him, panting slightly,
his mouth half-open. When Harry dragged his tongue firmly along Malfoy's length,
Malfoy squeezed his eyes tight, fucking Harry's mouth more enthusiastically. The
pace on Harry's cock sped up, Bill was now crying out at regular intervals, and
the pleasure built to such a degree that Harry was sure he was going to pass
out.
Instead, the feeling only increased and Harry began pushing into the hand and
rode Bill's cock hard, teetering on the edge of climax. Bill thickly whispered,
"God, you're a great fuck, Harry," into his ear, sending Harry over.
He sucked Malfoy's cock rapidly and arched into Bill's hands, coming hard.
Malfoy gave a shout and followed seconds later, flooding Harry's mouth with
salty bitterness. Bill, face between Harry's shoulder blades again, grasped both
of Harry's hips and moved Harry's body, slamming into him over and over. Bill
let out a roar and Harry felt him twitch violently, his insides suddenly flooded
with warmth.
Malfoy collapsed on the couch next to Harry and Bill, who both winced as Bill
gingerly slid out of Harry. Exhausted and sweaty, Harry nestled his head in
Malfoy's lap, looking up and giggling uncontrollably. "Your make-up's
ruined," Malfoy casually observed.
"So's yours," Bill pointed out, leaning his head on Malfoy's
shoulder.
Still giggling, Harry only said, "God, I love cursebreaking."