Run from Thy Father
Chapter 8
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Harry broke the kiss about a minute later, needing more air. Eagerly, he leaned towards Draco for another kiss, but was stopped. Draco stared into Harry's emerald eyes, piercing into them with his silver-mist ones.
FERNANDO: OUCH! Well, that's ONE way to go blind. Stay tuned . . . the boys are about to discover another in T minus a few paragraphs. I'd give an exact number, but dialogue paragraphs confuse me and where would be the fun in that anyway? More suspense this way. Like Chinese Water Torture.
VENRIAL: Like reading WWF fanfiction?
FERNANDO: That's less about suspense and more about SUSPENSion of disbelief. I mean, how many girlfriends can Jeff Hardy have anyway? Where do all these beautiful sisters of current superstars come from and HOW did they become champion so fast? That kind of thing.
"What is it, Draco?"
"I want you to...touch me." Draco whispered urgently, clasping Harry's left hand, and unhooking it from around his shoulders.
"Where?" Harry asked softly. The question was answered when Draco placed Harry's left hand on his crotch. He could feel the pulsating heat and hardness even through Draco's robes and the clothes that he was wearing underneath them.
VENRIAL: For those of you who are naughty and ultra-patient . . . SCORE! Your time of hot slash action has arrived! And is Draco wearing a heating pad under his clothing? How in the friggin' hell would just his johnson be so hot while the rest of him is icy and calm?
FERNANDO: Maybe that's actually why his hands are so cold all the time, as mentioned in a previous chapter. Any blood that may have been warming them is needed elsewhere. Still, I don't think even the entire 6 quarts could render a body part actually hot to the touch through 3 layers of clothing. Might make said body part explode, though. Owwwwwwie. What a way to go.
A naughty smile replaced Harry's questioning expression as he slipped one hand up the silver-blonde's robe, and found the button and fly of his jeans. Quickly, he undid them, and slid the jeans down the Draco's hips to his thighs, along with his boxers. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked, making sure. Draco nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Stop teasing me, or you'll be sorry!" His voice was now a low growl.
FERNANDO: "Me Draco! Draco want get off now very much. Draco get angry! RRRRRRAAHHHH!"
VENRIAL: "Harry do whatever you say, massa. Isa yo' whipping boy now! Let me lick your boots and de res' of yo' body!"
Chuckling, Harry grasped Draco's erection, marveling at the softness of the skin that covered something so hard. Draco's first reaction was to inhale sharply, and push himself into Harry's hand.
VENRIAL: Penile exercises. The true measure of a man.
FERNANDO: Hey, girls had that Judy Blume-inspired "I must increase my bust" thing.
Harry continued to stroke him in light, fluid motions, smiling softly at the striking blonde Slytherin writhing underneath him with each stroke, moaning his name. He must have found a particularly sensitive spot on Draco
FERNANDO: NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! It's his PENIS. Who'da thought?
because less than a minute later, Draco had muffled a half-scream in his robe, and Harry's hand was covered in a pale, sticky liquid.
VENRIAL: Apparently orgasms are painful for Draco. What's a half-scream anyhow? Is it Aaaaa---? And so we know, this is just a handjob, right? Not an "outpouring" of pure, gentle love? Just screwing around in secret rooms and getting Pina Colada for free?
FERNANDO: That depends on whether you mean "pure, gentle love" in a euphemistic way.
VENRIAL: Of course not. There's not a chance for subtlety in the story. It's all brutally clear to me. Oh . . . oh ye gods, have mercy upon us sinners for delving into such eeeeeevil matters!
Draco panted softly, trying to catch his breath. His normally pale face was flushed, and his cheeks scarlet. A fine sheen of sweat covered his face, and those silver eyes had a glazed over appearance. Curiously, Harry took a lick at his liquid-covered hand. The taste was different from anything he had ever tasted before. Salty and slightly bitter at the same time. Liking it, Harry licked his hand clean, and then gave Draco a thumbs-up. "Tastes good."
FERNANDO: Bullshit. Seriously. Dirty feet and whale fat is more like it. Oh, and bitter things? Don't taste good!
VENRIAL: The taste can change depending on what a guy eats or drinks. Betcha Draco is a MEAT eater. Geddit?
FERNANDO: * groans * Don't quit your day job, Ven. Still, I'll keep that in mind. It's Chinese food for me a few hours in advance next time I'm in this situation! You're hungry again after an hour or so . . .
Draco smiled, his eyes half-shut, and slipped his hand up Harry's robe, fumbling with his pants. Harry bit his lip at the feeling of Draco's cool hand against his hard, burning flesh.
"You...don't have to..." Harry moaned. Draco smiled, staring into his eyes.
"I want to. You made me feel so good. I want to make you feel the same." He whispered, grasping the hardened flesh tightly, and stroking Harry in agonizingly slow motions.
Harry threw back his head, moaning Draco's name with each stroke, repeatedly pushing himself into Draco's hand. He moaned louder, and Draco silenced him with a gentle, yet passionate kiss, never stopping his strokes on Harry.
VENRIAL: Interesting plot development. Draco strokes Harry in agonizingly slow fashion just as this story moves agonizingly slowly for me. And again with the penis pushing! Stop working the penis!
FERNANDO: It's a literary device . . . make you sympathize with the characters . . . it's a . . . palindrome. Oh, I give up.
"Oh...Gods...So close, Draco..." Harry moaned through clenched teeth. Draco didn't answer, but began stroking Harry even faster until he came, and covered Draco's hand in the same pale, sticky liquid that had covered his hand only a short time ago.
FERNANDO: Nitroglycerin, of course. Watch out for them Charlies in the trees. "AUUUUUGH! Oh God Harry, it burns!" Oh, and how are his teeth clenched if Draco's kissing him passionately? How much abuse is Draco going to TAKE in this fic? He's already been ass-raped by his own father, been beaten by Hermione in all his subjects, tripped over a cat, been observed making out with Harry by some nameless Blonde Slytherin, had to give a tracheotomy, watched his own smile run off to get hammered in some dive, had his penis explode under the internal pressure of 6 quarts of blood, had his lips bitten off, and had his hand severely burned by nitroglycerin.
Harry stared blankly at the sky, trying to catch his breath again. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Draco was licking his hand like a feline. Just the sight of Draco slowly, almost seductively licking the semen off his hand nearly sent Harry over the edge again, and he moaned. Draco smiled in amusement, then stood up, and held out his other hand to Harry. Harry clasped it and Draco quickly pulled him to his feet, then hugged him.
VENRIAL: What. The. Hell? They're OUTSIDE now? What is this shit? Yeah I would hope if Draco reciprocated the "semen licking" that it would be seductive. Otherwise it would just be sick and sad. Oh wait. It already IS. Screw this. * pours a very heavy drink *
FERNANDO: Pour me one too. I don't care how young you are--if you're male, you cannot even come close to having an orgasm only 10 seconds after your last one, triggered solely by the sight of someone cleaning up after your mess. Next!
"Let's get back to our dorms." Harry stated. Draco nodded in agreement. "That's just what I was about to say."
FERNANDO: At least they're still acting their gender in THAT respect.
Harry threw the invisibility cloak over the two of them, and silently, they walked back into the hallway, their hands firmly clasped together.
Once they were at the beginning of Slytherin hall, Harry removed the cloak, and they kissed again.
"Goodnight, Draco. I love you."
"I love you too, Harry." Draco whispered.
VENRIAL: * looks at Fernando * You were saying?
FERNANDO: * bangs head on the back of his ruined chair * Er, why the hell did they take the cloak off to kiss? I thought they were still in the closet as a couple!
VENRIAL: They're stepping out to shine . . .
FERNANDO: Ugh, you just reminded me of that commercial with the talking belly buttons. Cree-pee.
"Ah! But will you still love me in the morning?" Harry asked. Draco smirked fondly at this little joke. "Of course, Love. You know that. Goodnight." The two boys then went their separate ways back to their dorms. Once Draco arrived at his dorm, he gave the Merlin portrait the password "Nightshade" and entered the room. Apart from a grunt coming from Blaise's bed, and a few whispers from Crabbe and Goyle, the entire room was silent, and nobody bothered to question where Draco had been.
FERNANDO: I wonder if the grunting and the whispers are related? Now THAT'S a scene I hope we're not subjected to, honestly. Oh, and that little lovers' joke . . . not very funny. At all. Unless you consider personal insecurity and qualms about the legitimacy of a relationship funny.
VENRIAL: Haha. Haha.
Meanwhile, Harry had just arrived at his dorm. Taking off his invisibility cloak, he gave the password to the Fat Lady portrait, which happened to be "Bellatoris" (Latin for courage).
The whole room was silent as Harry crept into his bed, then a voice muttered "Lumos" and light appeared around his bed. Standing in the light was Ron Weasley, a serious expression on his freckled face.
VENRIAL: The only thing I want to mention here is that neither boy brushed his teeth before bed. Shame shame shame! Tooth Fairy knows your names!
FERNANDO: Why didn't the author just write "DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!" after that line and end the chapter there? We're all thinking it. Oh, and how did the Fat Lady get so fluent in ancient languages anyway?
VENRIAL: She's dating the Roman in Portrait Gallery Five.
FERNANDO: Caligula always did like a little meat on his fillies.
"I saw you leave your room tonight, Harry. Where did you go?" He demanded. Harry sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this one. "I went to meet someone." Ron raised a flame-colored eyebrow in amusement. "Aaah! Harry Potter was having a midnight rendezvous with a mystery girl?" Harry just smiled and shrugged, neither admitting nor denying Ron's question. After all, it was partially true. He *had* been having a midnight rendezvous with a mystery *someone,* but not a girl. "Well, do I get any details?" Ron asked curiously. Harry yawned, and dragged the covers over himself. "Maybe some other time, Ron."
FERNANDO: Harry's going to kiss and tell! Oooooooh! "Well, Ron, first he begged me to touch his penis . . . I mean, hahaha, HER penis. I mean! Um. Her . . . her . . . I'm screwed, aren't I? Well, at least you don't know the guy was Draco yet. AWW SHIT!"
VENRIAL: "Harry, you piece of haggis! What kind of hero screws the bad guy? I'm so angry with you I refuse to ever speak to you again! EVER! But before that . . . was it good?"
FERNANDO: "I could show you, only I don't like you like that. See, you've never been utterly cruel to me and everyone I love for 4 years in a row, then had a religious experience after being violated by your father. And your penis is not over 110 degrees, nor has it ever exploded. So you're not my type. But hey, maybe I'll bring a camera along next time, old bean."
VENRIAL: "Fine, but I'm not paying for prints! And I can satisfy MYSELF, thanks. Just 'cause your 'girlfriend' puts out doesn't mean that mine does. Uh, wait, she does. I get it all the time. Yeah. Ahem. I've got something to . . . take care of. 'Nighties!"
FERNANDO: "Wait! Can I borrow your silk boxers tomorrow? The ones that say "Junk in the Trunks?" Ahhhh, Venrial. We've reached the end of this chapter. Any last words, m'dear?
VENRIAL: Yes. I'm not reading one more word of this story. I'm done. The fork is in me. G'bye, suckers!
FERNANDO: * watches her go with tired amusement * And the rest is silence. Ah, that reminds me. HAMLET! HERE BOY! HAAAAAMLET! * heads off in search of his pouty pooch *
As we reach the end of this sad yet amazing chapter, we have to ask ourselves . . . when will the bootleg copies of Rudolph and Maddening's Steamy Bathroom Par-tay reach our televisions? Who will Fernando seduce next? Will Venrial send Galatea a poisoned dress in time for the next Miss Nude Universe 2002? Does anyone even CARE? If you do and you can't wait for the next chapter of this Big Book of MST Goodness, stay tuned!