Title: The Hunt
Author:

jexay
Rating: NC-17. Warning for light bondage if that bothers some.
Canon: post-HBP.
Length: 1557 words.
Scenario: Harry to Draco: I promise to get any "decoration" you choose for me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the cheque.
Notes: Thanks to

anise_anise and

thermidor for the beta; to both,

danxsunday and

silentauror for the encouragement.

The Hunt

The green grass and blue sky blur as he runs through the landscape, dodging trees and bushes and leaving dust in his wake. He hears the sound of footsteps not far behind him. His heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming in rapid gasps. His legs are tired and he exerts all his energy to get further away from the masked man.

�Stupefy!�

He barely manages to duck in time, the curse missing him by mere inches. The sound of a cloak billowing and hasty footfalls come closer.

A protruding rock on the dirt path catches his foot and he falls. His wand flies from his grasp, landing a good ten feet away. His trouser leg rips as he stands hastily, slipping and sliding on the loose gravel underneath him. A cackle echoes among the trees and he quickly turns around.

His pursuer in a black hooded cloak aims a wand directly at his heart.

He pants, trying to catch his breath. He feels his heart beating wildly and he whirls his head around looking for an escape.

�When will you ever learn?� The hooded man says as he walks slowly forward. The man takes off the mask and bright green eyes bore through him, making him shiver. His heart skips a beat as he drowns in the other�s gaze. �I am a Seeker and you are the Snitch, Malfoy. You of all people know that I always catch the Snitch,� he sneers as he comes even closer.

"What do you want from me, Potter?"

"You are a traitor."

"No! You are the traitor, you daft prick!" Draco spits out. He slowly backs away to try to escape.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Harry points his wand at him again as he strides across to stand directly in front of him. "You led me on this little hunt � challenging me. Try to understand, Draco, the thrill is in the chase and my reward�" Harry's wand finds its way to his temple and the tip touches the sweat forming on Draco's brow. Harry slides the wand down his cheek to his chin, moving down his slender neck to rest above his heart. ��is you.�

Hissing spills forth from Harry�s luscious lips, his tongue darting out for a brief second. Draco is mesmerized watching his mouth move and make those sibilant sounds.

Draco licks his lips as his whole body starts to tingle and his cock gives a twitch. He curses under his breath as his body betrays him, reacting to the man before him. Then he hears more hissing coming from all around him. Glancing to the side he suddenly notices several snakes slithering on the ground and in the trees overhead.

Oh fuck!

Draco shudders at the sight, frozen on the spot, unable to move, eyes transfixed as the snakes slide their way toward him. He's breathless with fear as they slowly approach him and start slinking their way up his legs.

�Don�t move Malfoy. You don�t want them to bite now, do you?� Harry�s voice is clearly amused. Harry hisses some more while his hands find the top of Draco�s robe, unclasping it then shrugging it off his shoulders.

With Harry being so near, Draco struggles to compose himself. His mind is reeling as he inhales Harry�s heady scent, trying to get nearer to the warm body in front of him. The soothing hissing sound is feeding his arousal, and he knows his erection is clearly visible through the tenting of his trousers.

Harry stands before him taking in the sight as the snakes find their way to Draco�s arms. Harry reaches out and begins to unbutton Draco's shirt, leaving it open, exposing his pale chest. The cool air makes him shiver and he feels his nipples harden.

The snakes wind themselves around Draco�s wrists as Harry takes both his arms and holds them above his head. Another snake dangles from a branch above his head, slithering around his now bound hands. He is trapped, arms above him, the snakes hindering any sort of escape.

Draco cannot move, cannot speak, hypnotized by the delicious noise coming from Harry�s lips. He watches as Harry slowly begins to undress himself. His black robe falls to the ground, green eyes gazing into his own the entire time. He is breathless as Harry lifts his shirt up and over his head, his smooth chest glistening. A flash of pale skin catches the light as Harry's forearm is revealed. Blood-black and terrifying, the Dark Mark is burned against that otherwise flawless expanse of skin. Draco's stomach recoils in fright, even as his cock pulses, shameful and hated.

Harry reaches for his trousers and swiftly takes them off; his cock dark and angry looking juts out in front of him. Slowly he makes his way back to Draco, palming the bulge in his trousers and stroking his hand up and down. Harry whispers in his ear, �I�m going to fuck you and you are going to like it, Draco Malfoy. You will beg me to stick my cock up your arse and thrust as hard as I can. Then you�ll plead for me to touch you and make you come. And you will, Malfoy. You�ll come screaming my name.�

A moan comes unbidden from Draco�s lips at Harry�s words, feeling the other smirk at his yielding. He feels Harry�s hands on the clasp of his trousers, removing the last garment that separates them.

The hissing begins again. Draco�s eyes grow wide, shivering uncontrollably as the snakes tighten around him ever so slightly. He closes his eyes at the image of the mark on Harry�s arm, vivid in his mind. He feels moist lips enclose one nipple, then Harry�s tongue laves across the pebbled surface before turning his attention toward the other.

Draco is now rock hard, unable to stop the want. The smell of lust is in the air and he breathes it in as he slowly gives in to the raw need. Wet heat engulfs his length as fingernails scrape against the tender, soft skin of his thighs.

Hips moving against his weakening will, he thrusts forward, watching with hooded eyes as his length disappears between Harry�s lips and he moans aloud. Body now slack, docile, and Harry stops, smirking as he stands lowering his head to claim what he knows is rightfully his. Harry kisses him, their tongues tangling together; hands move to slide over his sides, grabbing his hips and pulling him close.

Their erections rub together, both thrusting as the kiss deepens. They breathe each other in, drowning in the kiss. Just as Draco starts to quiver with need, Harry pulls back, releasing his lips. He watches as Harry moves behind him whispering a spell, and his insides suddenly feel cool, wet and slick. Harry gently guides himself as he slides his length inside.

Slowly he thrusts in and out; short jabs that start to go deeper and deeper. Draco�s breath hitches, then comes in short gasps. He feels Harry�s head on his shoulders, breath stifled as he feels it rolling on his back. Finally, he advances; Draco follows his lead as he presses back, then pulls forward meeting every deliberate lunge.

Draco�s hands open and close, the feeling now lost in them, and he clenches them into fists. His face contorts as pain and pleasure sweep through him. �More. Please,� he whimpers, face flushed and hot. Hands tighten on his hips and Harry pulls him back, kicking his feet further apart and presses forward, taking him in deeper and plunging in faster now. �Touch me, Harry. I�m�" Draco shudders with the need for release, ecstasy building all around him, within him. Almost there.

Hissing erratically, Harry reaches around him, fingers curling around Draco�s length, and he strokes in time with his movements. The snakes constrict, securing his bonds, body now slack and Draco comes, eyes closed, knees weakening as he gives in to the pure rapture screaming, �Harry. Harry!� Arms tighten around him and both their bodies tremble as Harry comes, growling in his ear, �Draco. Mine!�

~~~~~~

Animals scurry on the ground and the sound of birds� wings fluttering pervade the air as loud laughter echoes through the trees. They are enclosed in the foliage in the immense garden surrounding Malfoy Manor.

�I am a Seeker and you are the Snitch? Honestly Harry, how trite,� Draco chuckles.

�Oh shut it. You certainly seemed to enjoy it you git! Now help me get this off.� Harry offers his arm, the Dark Mark now smudged all over his sweat-slick skin. Draco shudders at the sight and is more than happy to wipe it off with the edge of his still damp shirt.

Draco then shifts and reaches for the discarded cloak on the ground. He takes out the piece of parchment that started all of this. He looks at Harry with a smirk on his face. �Here.�

Harry reaches for the love cheque and reads it aloud, �I promise to get any �decoration� you choose for me.� Harry looks at Draco curiously. �Why are you giving this to me?� he asked.

Rolling his eyes, Draco sighs dramatically, �You make a pathetic Death Eater Harry. The check is for next time� "

�Next time?�

�Yes, you simpleton. But next time, I�ll do the hunting.�

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	Title: The Hunt Author: jexay Rating: NC-17. Warning for light bondage if that bothers some. Canon: post-HBP. Length: 1557 words. Scenario: Harry to Draco: I promise to get any "decoration" you choose for me. Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the cheque. Notes: Thanks to anise_anise and thermidor for the beta; to both, danxsunday and silentauror for the encouragement. The Hunt The green grass and blue sky blur as he runs through the landscape, dodging trees and bushes and leaving dust in his wake. He hears the sound of footsteps not far behind him. His heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming in rapid gasps. His legs are tired and he exerts all his energy to get further away from the masked man. �Stupefy!� He barely manages to duck in time, the curse missing him by mere inches. The sound of a cloak billowing and hasty footfalls come closer. A protruding rock on the dirt path catches his foot and he falls. His wand flies from his grasp, landing a good ten feet away. His trouser leg rips as he stands hastily, slipping and sliding on the loose gravel underneath him. A cackle echoes among the trees and he quickly turns around. His pursuer in a black hooded cloak aims a wand directly at his heart. He pants, trying to catch his breath. He feels his heart beating wildly and he whirls his head around looking for an escape. �When will you ever learn?� The hooded man says as he walks slowly forward. The man takes off the mask and bright green eyes bore through him, making him shiver. His heart skips a beat as he drowns in the other�s gaze. �I am a Seeker and you are the Snitch, Malfoy. You of all people know that I always catch the Snitch,� he sneers as he comes even closer. "What do you want from me, Potter?" "You are a traitor." "No! You are the traitor, you daft prick!" Draco spits out. He slowly backs away to try to escape. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Harry points his wand at him again as he strides across to stand directly in front of him. "You led me on this little hunt � challenging me. Try to understand, Draco, the thrill is in the chase and my reward�" Harry's wand finds its way to his temple and the tip touches the sweat forming on Draco's brow. Harry slides the wand down his cheek to his chin, moving down his slender neck to rest above his heart. ��is you.� Hissing spills forth from Harry�s luscious lips, his tongue darting out for a brief second. Draco is mesmerized watching his mouth move and make those sibilant sounds. Draco licks his lips as his whole body starts to tingle and his cock gives a twitch. He curses under his breath as his body betrays him, reacting to the man before him. Then he hears more hissing coming from all around him. Glancing to the side he suddenly notices several snakes slithering on the ground and in the trees overhead. Oh fuck! Draco shudders at the sight, frozen on the spot, unable to move, eyes transfixed as the snakes slide their way toward him. He's breathless with fear as they slowly approach him and start slinking their way up his legs. �Don�t move Malfoy. You don�t want them to bite now, do you?� Harry�s voice is clearly amused. Harry hisses some more while his hands find the top of Draco�s robe, unclasping it then shrugging it off his shoulders. With Harry being so near, Draco struggles to compose himself. His mind is reeling as he inhales Harry�s heady scent, trying to get nearer to the warm body in front of him. The soothing hissing sound is feeding his arousal, and he knows his erection is clearly visible through the tenting of his trousers. Harry stands before him taking in the sight as the snakes find their way to Draco�s arms. Harry reaches out and begins to unbutton Draco's shirt, leaving it open, exposing his pale chest. The cool air makes him shiver and he feels his nipples harden. The snakes wind themselves around Draco�s wrists as Harry takes both his arms and holds them above his head. Another snake dangles from a branch above his head, slithering around his now bound hands. He is trapped, arms above him, the snakes hindering any sort of escape. Draco cannot move, cannot speak, hypnotized by the delicious noise coming from Harry�s lips. He watches as Harry slowly begins to undress himself. His black robe falls to the ground, green eyes gazing into his own the entire time. He is breathless as Harry lifts his shirt up and over his head, his smooth chest glistening. A flash of pale skin catches the light as Harry's forearm is revealed. Blood-black and terrifying, the Dark Mark is burned against that otherwise flawless expanse of skin. Draco's stomach recoils in fright, even as his cock pulses, shameful and hated. Harry reaches for his trousers and swiftly takes them off; his cock dark and angry looking juts out in front of him. Slowly he makes his way back to Draco, palming the bulge in his trousers and stroking his hand up and down. Harry whispers in his ear, �I�m going to fuck you and you are going to like it, Draco Malfoy. You will beg me to stick my cock up your arse and thrust as hard as I can. Then you�ll plead for me to touch you and make you come. And you will, Malfoy. You�ll come screaming my name.� A moan comes unbidden from Draco�s lips at Harry�s words, feeling the other smirk at his yielding. He feels Harry�s hands on the clasp of his trousers, removing the last garment that separates them. The hissing begins again. Draco�s eyes grow wide, shivering uncontrollably as the snakes tighten around him ever so slightly. He closes his eyes at the image of the mark on Harry�s arm, vivid in his mind. He feels moist lips enclose one nipple, then Harry�s tongue laves across the pebbled surface before turning his attention toward the other. Draco is now rock hard, unable to stop the want. The smell of lust is in the air and he breathes it in as he slowly gives in to the raw need. Wet heat engulfs his length as fingernails scrape against the tender, soft skin of his thighs. Hips moving against his weakening will, he thrusts forward, watching with hooded eyes as his length disappears between Harry�s lips and he moans aloud. Body now slack, docile, and Harry stops, smirking as he stands lowering his head to claim what he knows is rightfully his. Harry kisses him, their tongues tangling together; hands move to slide over his sides, grabbing his hips and pulling him close. Their erections rub together, both thrusting as the kiss deepens. They breathe each other in, drowning in the kiss. Just as Draco starts to quiver with need, Harry pulls back, releasing his lips. He watches as Harry moves behind him whispering a spell, and his insides suddenly feel cool, wet and slick. Harry gently guides himself as he slides his length inside. Slowly he thrusts in and out; short jabs that start to go deeper and deeper. Draco�s breath hitches, then comes in short gasps. He feels Harry�s head on his shoulders, breath stifled as he feels it rolling on his back. Finally, he advances; Draco follows his lead as he presses back, then pulls forward meeting every deliberate lunge. Draco�s hands open and close, the feeling now lost in them, and he clenches them into fists. His face contorts as pain and pleasure sweep through him. �More. Please,� he whimpers, face flushed and hot. Hands tighten on his hips and Harry pulls him back, kicking his feet further apart and presses forward, taking him in deeper and plunging in faster now. �Touch me, Harry. I�m�" Draco shudders with the need for release, ecstasy building all around him, within him. Almost there. Hissing erratically, Harry reaches around him, fingers curling around Draco�s length, and he strokes in time with his movements. The snakes constrict, securing his bonds, body now slack and Draco comes, eyes closed, knees weakening as he gives in to the pure rapture screaming, �Harry. Harry!� Arms tighten around him and both their bodies tremble as Harry comes, growling in his ear, �Draco. Mine!� ~~~~~~ Animals scurry on the ground and the sound of birds� wings fluttering pervade the air as loud laughter echoes through the trees. They are enclosed in the foliage in the immense garden surrounding Malfoy Manor. �I am a Seeker and you are the Snitch? Honestly Harry, how trite,� Draco chuckles. �Oh shut it. You certainly seemed to enjoy it you git! Now help me get this off.� Harry offers his arm, the Dark Mark now smudged all over his sweat-slick skin. Draco shudders at the sight and is more than happy to wipe it off with the edge of his still damp shirt. Draco then shifts and reaches for the discarded cloak on the ground. He takes out the piece of parchment that started all of this. He looks at Harry with a smirk on his face. �Here.� Harry reaches for the love cheque and reads it aloud, �I promise to get any �decoration� you choose for me.� Harry looks at Draco curiously. �Why are you giving this to me?� he asked. Rolling his eyes, Draco sighs dramatically, �You make a pathetic Death Eater Harry. The check is for next time� " �Next time?� �Yes, you simpleton. But next time, I�ll do the hunting.� {About the Eros Affair • Fics by Scenario • Fics by Author • Project Notes}