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Fic for archon_mentha!!
Title: You took WHAT?
Author: charmed310
Recipient: archon_mentha
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2,744
Warnings: Slash, wizards messing with Muggle pharmaceuticals, adult language, strong sexual content, spanking.
Summary: Harry decides that a natural Draco is no longer enough for him, and the time is ripe to employ some enhancements. (Harry/Draco)


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“You took Viagra?” Hermione shrieked.

“It was Harry’s idea!” Draco could see from the look on Hermione’s face that his pride was all over.

She collapsed with a scream of laughter on their drawing room couch.

“Alright, alright, enough humour. How do we fix it?” Harry said.

Hermione looked up with tears of mirth running from her eyes. “You’ve just got to wait until it’s through your system. You must know that wizards have a different blood-typing from Muggles, right?”

They knew.

“This ensures that our kind doesn’t die from heart disease and all that rubbish, because our blood is able to adapt to the food we eat. When you take something like Viagra, which has got strange chemicals in it made to expand blood vessels in Muggles, your blood can’t properly adapt, giving the drug double, sometimes triple the potency.”

“Meaning?” asked Draco impatiently, his penis painfully pulsing in his trousers.

She started giggling again before replying, “You boys’d better start shagging!”

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“Does it hurt?”

“Yes it hurts, you fucking dolt! You try having an erection for three hours and tell me how you feel!”

“Well, that was sort of the point.”

“Fuck you. I can’t believe you made me do this!”

“Why don’t you fuck me? Maybe it’ll help.” Harry unbuttoned his shirt and took off his trousers.

Draco was already undressed and lying in bed; the pressure of his garments was too much for his very sensitive erection. “Because, I hate you for this!” he snarled. “I don’t even want to smell you. Now, go away.”

“I’ll let you spank me,” Harry wheedled. He removed his pants and got up on their unmade bed, strewn with pillows and pieces of sleepwear.

“I’d prefer to kick you.”

“You could have said ‘No’, Draco.”

“Really? You were the one forcing the fucking thing down my throat before I’d barely even opened my eyes this morning. This is all your fault.”

“Then let me fix it.”

Draco turned away from Harry. He was really quite aroused, but his anger prevented him from acquiescing nicely to Harry’s offer. Weighing his options, he grudgingly relented. “Fine, but you have to do everything. I’m not even going to make an effort to give you any pleasure out of this.”

“I didn’t ask for any.”

“I wouldn’t be in this predicament if you hadn’t been so horny. Haven’t you heard of wanking?”

Harry snorted. “Predicament.”

Draco smacked him over the head with a pillow, wincing at the pressure on his cock from the sheets. “Don’t be a complete arsehole. This is still your problem.”

“Oh, come on, it’s a little bit funny.” Harry inched closer, putting his face close to his lover’s, puckering his lips for a kiss.

“It’s bloody not!” Draco grabbed his wand from the bedside and pointed it at Harry, who looked very alarmed. “I’ll tell you what’s funny; the fact that you’re soon going to be screaming like a little girl while I pound your arse so hard that you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

“But, you said –”

Harry couldn’t finish his sentence, for his hands and feet were bound to the bed-frame by tight cords, his legs spread wide, a pillow under his belly, giving Draco easy access to him. Breathing out, Harry turned his head to look at Draco.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to make any efforts to give me pleasure.”

“I did say that. But who says this is any effort on my part? Furthermore, who says that this is going to be pleasurable for you?”

“Generally, I do enjoy a good shag from my man,” said Harry.

Draco laughed softly. “You’re so cocky. There will be no shagging going on in here this afternoon.” Waving his wand, a large leather paddle appeared in his hand. “When I said ‘pound’, I didn’t specify through which means your arse would be pounded.”

“Draco.” Harry began to struggle against his bonds.

“Don’t even bother trying to fight it, Potter.”

“Come on, I’m sorry I laughed.”

“Too late.”

“Draco!”

Grinning wickedly, Draco smacked Harry’s arse with the broad side of the paddle.

“For fuck’s sake, Malfoy!” Harry cringed in pain, his backside stinging.

“This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you.”

“I beg to differ. Jesus Christ!” Draco had walloped him again. “I’m sorry!”

“Not yet, you aren’t.” Draco’s cock throbbed again as he watched Harry squirm away from the repeated slaps of the leather paddle. In spite of himself, he wanted not much more than to plant himself within his lover, but punishment was his top priority. He wouldn’t soon forget the look on Hermione’s face when they told her what they’d done, or rather, what Harry had forced him to do. How was he supposed to know what the little blue pill did? He whacked Harry again, harder.

“Okay! I get it! I’m sorry! Just, please stop!”

“No!” Slap. “Can’t you just see the look on Weasley’s face when Hermione tells him? Do you know what that does slap! …for… Slap! …my… Slap! ...ego?”

“Do you know what this does for my ability to do my job?” he cried, trying in vain to pull the cords off the bedposts.

“You’ll think before you fuck with Muggle drugs again!”

“Draco, STOP!” Harry bellowed.

Draco looked down and saw red. Harry’s flesh was not unlike the colour of raw meat. He flicked his wand and the paddle disappeared, along with the cords that bound Harry to the bed.

“Cock still hard, Malfoy?” Harry spat, looking round. His face was flushed and sweaty, and incredibly tempting. Yes, Draco’s erection was as prominent as ever, his frustration barely lessened by the violence.

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more! Look at what you’ve done to me!” Harry inspected his stinging, angry skin. He couldn’t even go to Hermione to see if she knew any good healing spells. His pride prevented him. Considering how he’d laughed at Draco, he knew she’d tell him that he deserved it.

“And this is much better?”

“You could have just fucked me and gotten it over with, but nooo… you had to have theatrics.”

“Theatrics my arse! That was unbridled rage. And it hasn’t made me feel any better!”

“You’re such a spoiled brat. I told you I’d help you fix it, but now you’re on your own.” Harry got up from the bed, wincing as his skin stretched.

“No fucking way. Get back here, Potter.” Draco picked up his wand again, but Harry was quicker this time, grabbing up his own from the table.

The two men squared off, each trying to find a balance between their anger and the sexual tension that hung thick in the air.

Harry’s eyes flicked to the door, trying to figure out his odds on making it out of the room without Draco attacking him. It was a game of wills and patience. Harry was brought back to the age of fourteen, when he had to convince a dragon to leave her eggs. It was the same thing – he had to convince his own pretty blond dragon to give up by creating a diversion. Dragon… ah, the tattoo. Harry smiled.

Just recently, Draco had gotten a tattoo of a serpentine-looking dragon on the back of his neck, much to Harry’s delight. He envisioned the little serpentine tail of the reptile moving when Draco turned his head.

Draco’s expression faltered. He knew that smile.

“So, Draco, want to beat me in a battle of wills, when I know that this breaks yours?”

Fuck. Draco’s eyes threatened to close as a jolt shot straight between his legs at the Parseltongue Harry insisted on using to turn him on. It always worked.

“Don’t try to resist me, darling.” Harry took a step forward, though he didn’t dare to lower his wand. He was a trained Auror; he knew he could block anything Draco sent at him… however, he’d never had to do battle when he was naked and had a raging hard-on. Pain, he could deal with; this, he wasn’t so sure. But the sibilant language appeared to be breaking Draco’s concentration. He placed one knee on the bed and Draco raised his wand higher.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll hex you! I know exactly what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to bloody work. I still hate you.”

“I still want you.”

“Harry, stop it.”

“What for? You know you like it. Don’t you?” Harry smiled again, seeing Draco’s brain working, trying to decide what he wanted to do more: disarm Harry and hex him, or disarm Harry and shag him relentlessly. “I pick your choice ‘B’, by the way.”

Harry hoisted himself up on the bed with one hand, the other still holding his wand steady. He wasn’t going to back down until Draco did. He let his eyes trail briefly down his lover’s body, licking his lips as he took in the sight of Draco’s cock, jutting away from his belly, hard, heavy and waiting. It had to be killing him.

“You’re so hot, Draco. Just let me suck you off and this will all be over. You got your revenge.” He walked on his knees across the bed, but Draco stood his ground, his eyes fixed firmly on Harry’s.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Why not? You know you want me to.” Harry moved closer, his voice dropping an octave, but his wand was still held ready to cast, the spell ready to roll off his tongue.

“I refuse to give you any satisfaction for this.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Fuck off.”

Harry moved closer. “No.”

“I’m warning you.”

“You’re not even angry with me anymore. This is becoming pointless.”

“Oh no, I’m still furious with you, make no mistake. You’re just getting bored because I won’t let you win this stupid mind game you’re trying to play.”

“So hex me and finish it.”

Harry was right up in front of him, the tip of his wand pressed into his chest. Draco’s heart was thumping. He knew Harry wouldn’t hex him, but he wasn’t that sure either. He could taste the tension. It would take only a Disarming Spell, and then he could go and deal with his problem in peace – his sexual energy was at such a pitch, all he would need was one stroke with a spit-slicked hand and he’d be over the top – but having Harry do it for him would be so much sweeter. All that was needed was to get his wand out of his hand.

“Kind of reminds you of our first duel, doesn’t it?” Harry said. His breath felt almost cool against Draco’s flushed and sweaty skin. “But this time, I don’t think either of us is above a little bit of cheating.” He leaned in closer. “Nor do I think I wanted you as much back then as I do right… now.”

Draco’s skin seared as Harry’s lips met his, parting them easily with his tongue, tying his mind in knots with his taste.

There was a clattering noise as their wands simultaneously dropped to the ground, and Harry pushed Draco down onto his back against the pillows.

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Harry settled his body down between Draco’s legs, groaning with longing as the head of his cock brushed the inside of Draco’s thigh. He kissed long, wet trails down his lover’s neck, sucking on the soft flesh to mark; to claim.

Draco moaned and writhed beneath Harry, his senses giving in completely. He swore his skin was on fire, and the blaze burned brighter and hotter as Harry’s mouth and fingers traced teasing, silky patterns over every available erogenous zone. Harry might be a complete idiot most of the time, but he was the master of Draco’s body.

He gasped when Harry’s hand slipped down his belly, grazing the leaking head of his cock with a finger, before curling his hand around it, pumping slowly. “Please, don’t stop,” Draco moaned, his body arching up off the bed.

“I won’t,” Harry said with a snicker. He adjusted his position on the bed, and Draco looked down to watch just as he sucked the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, pulling them out moist and glistening with saliva. Draco panted and squirmed with longing, his thighs unconsciously parting wider.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Harry murmured, grinning at the enraptured expression on his lover’s face.

Before Draco could reply with a remark, scathing or encouraging, Harry slipped a finger within him, twisting and hooking just there. The room echoed with Draco’s exclamation of complete nonsense, but Harry grinned wider; nothing sounded sweeter than Draco screaming at his mercy.

He slipped in another finger, gently probing and relaxing the tight muscle, keeping his eyes on Draco’s face, becoming more and more excited, watching him bite his lower lip, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. Holding the hard flesh in his hand steady, Harry lowered his head and swiped his tongue across the slit, laughing as Draco’s hips bucked up off the bed while he swore violently.

“Such language, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry chided, blowing softly on the wet skin.

“Fuck you,” Draco grunted between clenched teeth.

“Oh, I will.” Harry grinned and dropped his head again to lick a long, wet line from Draco’s balls to the sensitive ridge near the tip of his cock, before taking the whole length in his mouth.

Stars exploded behind Draco’s tightly closed eyes. That mouth! Reaching down blindly, he buried his fingers in Harry’s hair, following the motion of his slowly bobbing head, encouraging him with whispers. He hissed loudly when Harry wrapped his lips around the base, sucking hard, his tongue undulating and lapping, his fingers rubbing and twisting, bringing him closer… closer...

With an audible pop, Harry pulled away from his lover, and stretched over him to find a pot of lubricant in the bedside drawer.

“For fuck’s sake, Harry!” Draco shouted, struggling to get up from underneath the Boy Who Lived To Torture Him. He’d had it.

“Shut up, and lie down. This is going to feel much better,” Harry said, unscrewing the cap on the jelly and scooping a copious amount into his hand.

“I hate you!”

But they both knew that his words were without much conviction. Harry was always right when it came to Draco’s body.

“You won’t for long. Now, spread your legs for me.”

Harry’s loins ached as he watched his lover expose himself fully. Biting his lower lip, he stroked his cock with his lubricated hand and moved closer, the head just brushing Draco’s entrance.

The two men locked eyes, both sets blazing with refreshed passion, and Draco cried out as Harry finally, finally thrust inside him.

“You’re a bastard,” he grunted, wrapping his legs tightly around Harry’s back, skin tingling at their points of contact, “but I love you.”

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Three hours later, Draco lay on top of Harry, sated and completely soft. Harry shifted uncomfortably, his face screwed up in pain as the adrenaline rush faded and the stinging returned afresh.

Draco grinned at him and kissed his now swollen lips. “Learnt your lesson?”

“Yes, Draco.”

“Shall I get someone to heal your arse now?”

“No!”

“No?”

“I can do it myself, thanks.”

“But sweetheart, wouldn’t it be better if you had a professional, like Hermione, look at you? Just in case I did some serious damage,” Draco cooed.

“You did. I will never be able to hear the words “male enhancement” again without curling into a quivering ball of nerves for fear that you’ll come after me with that paddle again.” Nor is Hermione ever going to take a look at my arse, he added to himself.

“That’s my boy.” Draco rolled over the other side of the bed and retrieved their wands from the floor. “Here you go,” he said, handing Harry his.

Wincing again, Harry turned over and pointed his wand to his backside, muttering a simple spell to remove superficial bruises, taught to him by Mrs. Weasley, and at the Auror Academy. It wasn’t as good as something a Healer could do, but it at least helped.

“Good thing this works,” Harry said, lying on his back again. “Fred and George have an ointment that they use on immovable bruises; I would hate to have to ask them for it.”

“Now that would have been some good payback!”

“Shut up.”