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multiple pairings, nc-17, slash

Ficlets: ~~That's What Friends Are For....~~ NC-17
Title: That's What Friends Are For....
Pairings: multiple - but not all at once
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Five vignettes dealing with sex and friendship.
Warnings: Slash, incest, animal sex, BDSM, and general poor taste. If you’re easily squicked, please don’t bother reading.

Many thanks to Snegurochka for beta’ing.


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~~That's What Friends Are For....~~
(5 unrelated smut bunnies.)

1.

The two boys ran stumbling along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just inside the tree line. There was almost enough light from the half moon to show them their way, but a tree root caught the foot of the boy in the lead and he fell heavily. His companion, close on his heels, tumbled on top of him.

“Ooof! Get off me, ya great oaf!”

“Hang on, I can’t see. Give it a sec, will ya. Gods, you’re squirming like a girl!”

“You wish!”

“You think I’ve never had a girl?”

“Course you haven’t!”

“Bullshit! Well, same as you, I wager.”

“Have, too!”

The boy on the bottom tried again to shift his mate and his thigh came in contact with something hard between the other boy’s legs. He froze. “For fuck’s sake man! What’re you, a pouf? Gerroff me!”

The boy on top stopped trying to move. “Me a pouf? I’ve seen you eyeing me in the shower after Quidditch.”

“You wish! It’s you’s been eyeing me, and don’t think I haven’t noticed.” He shifted under his friend.

“Well...” The boy’s voice was suddenly softer. “So what if I have? Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?” His hand fumbled in the dark, and he laughed.

“Leggo me! Christ man, that don’t mean nothing; I can get hard in History of Magic these days. It’s got nothing to do with you!”

“No?” The voice of the boy on top had become a purr as he stroked his friend’s growing cock through his robes.

“Shit man! We’re gonna be late.”

“We’re already late for getting inside, but curfew isn’t for a half hour yet.” He slipped his hand inside the other boy’s clothes and wrapped his fingers around his cock. “You want me to stop?”

His reply was a soft moan and a hand that burrowed under his own clothes. He shifted slightly, so they both had easier access.

“You like it like this?” The breathy question came in the ear of the boy on the bottom.

“Like... this.” He gritted his teeth and demonstrated.

A gasp was his answer, along with a shift in his friend’s movements to match his own.

For a short minute, time was suspended in the forest, the only sounds being ragged breathing and the rustle of robes. Then there was a long, high-pitched squeak, followed quickly by a grunted growl.

Then silence for a few long ticks of the clock.

Both boys scrambled to their feet, rearranging their clothing, looking anywhere but at each other.

“That didn’t happen!” The boy who had been in the lead hissed.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” mumbled his friend.

“Come on!” He grabbed his friend by the sleeve and once more, they ran for the school.

They snuck inside the front doors, peering around the dimly lit and mercifully empty hall. With a jerk of his head, the smaller boy, the leader, headed for the stairs.

“Crabbe! Goyle! What have you been doing?”

They froze as the voice of their Transfiguration professor hissed out of the dark.

“Nothing!” they chorused, faces slack.

Professor McGonagall eyed them dubiously.

“Well, get to your common room, now.”

The two boys rushed past the professor and headed for the stairs.

With a shake of her head, McGonagall headed for her office.

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2.

The man with the whip was breathing heavily as he stood back admiring his handiwork. Angry red welts covered the back, buttocks, and upper thighs of the man strapped over the table.

His ankles were shackled to the legs of the heavy, ornate wooden table. His torso was sprawled over the scarred top, his arms stretched tight over his head, chained to the other side. His breathing was deep and ragged. He was ready.

The first man tossed the whip aside and approached the chained man from behind. He slapped his hands firmly on the man’s reddened arse and spread the cheeks roughly. He stood admiring the picture for a few seconds, causing a low growl to come from the other man.

“Do it, damn you!”

The man gave his cock a few hasty strokes to bring it to full hardness before pressing it against the other man’s opening. He wished fleetingly that the man would let him apply just a little lubricant, before using his considerable size for leverage, he drove deep inside the bound man.

The moment of dizziness caused by the pain of his precipitous, dry entry passed quickly, and the man smiled. He supposed the delicious screams of the man beneath him made his brief discomfort worthwhile. That and the money he was paid.

He drove into the man relentlessly – hard, fast, punishing strokes that wrought the most beautiful screams and sobs from the restrained man. He held his own release back, waiting for his employer to come first. It never took long.

Soon, he felt the man’s muscles cramping around his cock, heard the keening cry with which he was so familiar, and knew that the tiny, pale cock was spilling itself against the stained wood of the old family heirloom.

Two more brutal thrusts and he was emptying himself deep inside the other man.

After a long breath, he pulled out with rude abruptness, tucked himself away and headed for the door. The little cloth bag awaited him on a small table. He picked it up and hefted it, measuring the number of galleons by weight and sound. He smiled as he tucked it in his pocket.

“Macnair!”

The man turned toward the figure still chained to the table.

“Oh, yes. That wouldn’t do, would it?” With a wave of his wand, he vanished the chains. The other man made no move to rise.

Macnair slipped out the door, and by the light of a single, dim lantern in the hall, made his way to a small side entrance. Once outside and across the lawn, he looked back at the silent bulk of Malfoy Manor and shook his head. It took all kinds.

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3.

One animal chased the other through the Forbidden Forest. Pell-mell they streaked through the dense trees, branches whipping their faces, brambles clawing at their coats, the light of the full moon barely filtering down through the thick canopy enough to give their sharper night vision light to see by. Finally, the chaser, a large, shaggy black dog, gave a mighty leap, launching himself onto the back of his prey. The animal that had been in the lead fell heavily, his snout ploughing a trench in the soft leaf mold as he slid over the forest floor, the heavy dog clinging to him with its front legs wrapped around his heaving ribs.

The vanquishing animal immediately started pumping his hips, and after several false strikes, his canine cock sank deeply into its target. The captured animal whipped his head around, snapping his teeth at the dog’s face. When that didn’t work, he rolled to the side, dislodging the dog. Staggering to his feet he was off again through the trees while the dog struggled to right himself and give chase once again.

The animal in the lead, though larger, was beginning to flag. Sensing this, the dog put on a burst of speed and once more flung himself on the back of the other animal, again sending him sprawling.

His hips were pumping before they came to a complete sliding halt, and this time, when his cock sank home, the defeated animal grunted and stopped struggling, closing his eyes and resting his snout on his forelegs in resignation, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

The dog’s humping became more and more frantic until his hind feet were coming clear off the ground, his long tongue was lolling from the side of his mouth, and his eyes were glazing over in doggy pleasure as his knot ballooned, pumping spurt after spurt of his seed inside his reluctant partner.

Finally sated, the black dog sighed deeply, and resting his chin on his companion, prepared to wait in relative comfort for his knot to shrink, enabling him to free himself from the other animal.

The animal on the bottom thought otherwise, and with an annoyed sound, rolled to the side, dislodging the dog a second time, and dumping him in the dirt. The dog whimpered a bit as he scrambled to regain a position that didn’t pull too hard on his swollen, trapped member. The other animal snorted leaf bits out of his nose and glared at his friend before struggling to get his legs more comfortably situated. They finally compromised on a position that wasn’t too uncomfortable for either animal, and the woods became quiet as they waited together.

After ten minutes or so, the dog’s cock had shrunk enough so that he could stand free of his friend. He shook himself vigorously, then came to his friend’s head. Reaching out tentatively, he nuzzled the larger creature’s neck. The other turned his head away. The dog licked his friend’s ear, but his friend just shook his head, looking up at the full moon. The dog whimpered and pawed gently at his friend, then reached out again and licked his face. He friend squeezed his eyes shut against the assault of the long tongue, but this time didn't pull away.

After thoroughly washing his friend’s face, the black dog snuffled along his flank and tried to wedge his nose under the other creature’s hind leg. When the other didn’t respond, he whimpered and pawed at him once more.

With a sigh, the other animal rolled onto his side, raising his leg a bit, allowing the dog access to that which he sought so insistently.

The dog spent much time and care sniffing his friend’s genitals – so much time that his friend turned his head and glared at him, butting the dog’s hip with his head. The dog responded by prodding gently and rhythmically at the base of the furry sheath. His movements grew rapidly more insistent and before long he was rewarded by the appearance of the tip of the glistening, pointed cock emerging from its soft hiding place. The dog instantly transferred his attentions to the cock, licking with the same focused concentration he had shown earlier in his humping. The dog lay down, not missing a lick, and soon the cock was fully distended and twitching under his ministrations. The dog’s friend groaned and threw his head back as his pulsing cock emptied itself of its thick pearlescent liquid. Delighted, the dog carefully cleaned every glistening drop from his friend’s coat.

Once satisfied with his work, the dog stood and pawed gently at his friend’s flank. The big animal rolled onto his chest and shook his head. The dog bounded away, barking and wagging his tail. His friend ignored him, gazing off among the trees, a disdainful look on his face.

The dog zigzagged back and forth in front of his friend, barking and darting in to nip at the reclining animal’s front legs. When he circled around behind and nipped at his friend’s tail, the big animal decided he had had enough.

With a heave, the resting animal regained his feet, then shook violently, spreading bits of leaf and twig in a large arc.

The dog barked, bowing down on his front legs and wagging his tail before, with another bark, he took off through the trees at a run.

The stag shook his rack of antlers once more, then with a snort, was off after the dog. It was now his turn.

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4.

The kisses were hot, the hands almost frantic as they tore at each other’s clothing.

“Gods I’ve missed you!” The words were panted against a neck and followed by searing kisses and small bites.

“I swear, there are times when the only thing that keeps me going, the only thing that brings me back, is the memory of your cock.”

“Just my cock?” The voices were whispers in the dark.

The man groaned. “Your cock, your mouth, your hands...” He kissed a trail down the other’s chest. “Your arms holding me.” He came back up and was kissed deeply. “The fact that the only place I feel safe is in your arms.”

There was a throaty chuckle. “Doesn’t say much for the state of your world.”

“Just shut the fuck up and love me, you bastard.”

Two naked bodies tumbled onto the bed in the darkened room. The shorter man rolled atop the taller one.

“How do you want it?”

“For gods’ sake, man. Just give it to me before I go crazy! It’s been far too long...” His voice was lost to the other man’s kiss as the man on top positioned himself between his lover’s legs. Ending the kiss, the shorter man pulled back, drawing the other’s legs onto his shoulders. Murmuring a lubrication charm, he positioned his cock at the waiting entrance.

He rocked forward slowly, his cock sinking deep, the other man’s hips rising as his legs were forced up against his chest.

“Yessss, dear gods, yes.” the man on the bottom gasped.

“You talk too damn much, you know?” The man on top moved his hips in long, slow thrusts, burying himself to his balls on each stroke.

“You love it.” The man on the bottom pulled him into a brief kiss. “You love me telling you how hard you are. How much you fill me. How it feels as though you’re going to split me in two when you pound into me.”

The man on top growled, thrusting harder and faster. The hand of the supine man slid between them and wrapped around his own cock.

“That’s right,” the man on top grunted. “I want to see you jerk yourself off. You must do it a lot when you’re alone. Let me see it.” The sentences came in short bursts and he drove into his lover, ever faster, ever harder.

“Now who’s talking too much?” The sentence was choked off in a rasping cry as he came, bucking up against the man on top of him.

The man on top convulsed, but remained silent as his world exploded.

Gasping for air, they lay in a tangle of bedsheets, sweat and bodies.

“That was quick.” The one laughed.

“Plenty of time for more before you leave again.” The one who had been on top smoothed the hair from his partner’s face with a gentle hand.

A sudden pounding on the door startled them.

“Charlie! Have you seen Bill? Mom’s looking for him to help with the Christmas tree.”

Charlie locked eyes with his brother.

“I think I know where he is, Ron. Tell Mom I’ll find him and send him down.”

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5.

The man lay on his back, his hips rising and falling in a slow, wave-like motion. His eyes were half lidded, as he watched the face of the man straddling him. The man atop him had his eyes closed. His mouth was open slightly and his face was slack as he rocked up and down on the cock of the supine man.

The man on the bottom loved to watch the face of his friend as they made love. The hard lines etched into that rugged face by years of worry and stress melted away, making him look years younger, almost innocent, certainly vulnerable.

The man on top gasped and quivered, and the other knew he was close. He trailed his fingers down the scarred chest, noting how thin it was. When he wrapped his fingers around the swollen cock, his partner groaned.

He smiled, increasing the rhythm of his thrusting hips, matching it with his hand, swirling his thumb over the sensitive head of the cock on each stroke. He was close himself now, but he held back, waiting for his lover.

The man on top arched his back, choking back a cry as his fingers clawed at his lover’s chest. The man on the bottom came with him, lifting his hips and grinding them against his partner.

The man on top collapsed, rolling to the side and burying his face in his friend’s neck. His partner stroked the long hair, holding him close.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you Arthur,” the man who had been on top murmured.

“That’s all right, Albus. That’s what friends are for.”

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The End