Thirteen Kisses

Disclaimer: Rowling = rich, successful, published author. Me = poor, glum, struggling student. Yes, I can see how you’d get us confused.

Thirteen Kisses.
Status: Complete
Series: 1/13 of the GameBoys Series.
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Drarry
Warnings: Kisses, public masturbation, public sexual gratification with someone else (not really sex), implied drug use, amusing, in a way.
Summary: Starts out slow, ends pretty quick. Pfft, men.
Words: 5000 exactly (just made it, but guess it don't matter anyway)

Notes: Based on the foodsmut challenge at pornish_pixies community. Didn't post there because a) not a member and b) prolly not what they had in mind when they said foodsmut :D

| 01) Thirteen Kisses | 02) Twelve Kisses... | 03) Eleven Stones | 04) Ten Touchers | 05) Nine Words | 06) Eight Sticks |



Harry didn't care if it was a childish game. Though he reasoned that perhaps immature was a more appropriate word. No matter how he tried, he just couldn't conjure up an image of children doing this, which certainly came as a relief. But immature or not, he sat quietly as Ron fussed around him, every now and then sending a whisper of how it wasn't too late, he could still back out. Harry just shook his head each time. It was far too late and he couldn't run off now. He would never hear the end of it.

He sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair, no shirt, directly facing Draco who sat in a matching chair, also no shirt. A small, and it was small - being only about half a foot long and the same across, table separated the two as they sat there, occasionally glancing at each other.

The heavy, metallic box was brought over and placed on the table by Crabbe.

"You should be grateful, Potter." Draco spoke for the first time since the three Gryffindors had shown up that night. "Do you have any idea how much this set cost?"

"Going broke all of a sudden?" He answered Malfoy's question with an amused one of his own.

"Hardly, but even the rich should appreciate the price of some things."

"Only its price?" Harry eyed the object warily. "Wonder how much it's worth, though?"

Goyle perked up at this question. "My uncle played this game, once." He offered. "Said it was worth his soul."

"Then your uncle's a prat." Ron snapped back. "Come on, Harry. You're not seriously thinking about going through with this are you?"

"I have to."

"No you don't."

"Yes he does." Draco used his free hand to push his fringe away from his eyes. "You should be grateful he bailed you out of it."

Ron went to reply but knew that it had basically gone that way. When Harry, Ron and Neville had intercepted Draco's mail as a prank and found the set the Slytherin had been livid. A heated argument had broken out, coming around to the issue of them turning him in to the headmaster. Draco had countered this by offering one of them to take the place of the second person. The proposal had been knocked back by all three. To which the blonde had muttered something about no Gryffindors having any true courage these days, too whipped and weak to break some real rules. Ron had been the one to defend his house's name first. So Draco verbally cornered him to prove it by agreeing, which left the boy shaking and stumbling over his own words.

Harry had taken a step towards Draco, a simple ‘I'll do it.' getting Ron off the hook. Even now the redhead felt more relief than actual guilt.

Which was why Harry now sat in a chair in Draco's dormitory, one arm already fastened down. Neither ‘contestant' was wearing a shirt because the simplest binding charm that would keep their arms fixed to the chair required to start at the shoulder down to the wrist and if they didn't have any material in the way, it was easier to break.

"Okay, all set." Neville nervously passed his wand from one hand to the other. "Now you eat, we quickly secure your other arm to the chair, then the first person to break their restraints is the loser."

Both boys nodded.

"And remember, don't rush, you have to let each level kick in."

More nodding. The four boys in the room who weren't essentially attached to any of the furniture looked at each other, clearly not wanting to be here for this. But it's not like they could just leave, fearful of whatever could happen if they did.

"Wait." Draco's eyes suddenly shot to Neville. "Take out the neutralising potion."

"Why?"

"Because whoever cracks might knock the whole thing off the table. We can't afford to break it."

Neville thought about this for a second before nodding. "Good point." He walked to the table, smiling uncertainly at both strapped down boys, then flipped the lid open. He removed a small, glass bottle that was in the fourteenth and last compartment.

"May as well leave it open now, Neville." Harry said, anxious to get this over with. But he was a little curious about what was going to happen. He couldn't think of anyone who, at one time or another, hadn't whispered and snickered about this little game, wondering what it would be like. And now he was going to find out. Truthfully, it worried him and Malfoy's calm, collected appearance only added to that.

Draco was calm, collected … and staring straight at him. It was disturbing. The seconds trickled by and finally Harry caught on. Draco was waiting for him to be the first to reach out. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes but decided that they may as well get this over with. Harry stretched his right hand out, Draco reacting in much the same way less than a second later.

The Gryffindor was surprised that it just tasted like chocolate. He didn't know what to expect but he thought that it at least should have a different taste, if only slightly. He looked to Malfoy who was just finishing his.

They were called Kisses but, as Harry had found out when he and Neville had actually read up on it, it wasn't a coincidence with the muggle confectionary. In fact their name had been changed to Kisses in honour of them, perhaps with just a small amount of humour.

Harry had put the whole thing into his mouth, chewing for a few seconds before swallowing quickly, but he didn't miss the fact that Malfoy had taken a bite, little over half, then finished. Both boys sat there, waiting for something to change.

Harry felt sweat oozing out on his palms, his heart sped up a fraction and he was sure it became a touch warmer than it had been before. After a few more seconds he felt nothing further so decided it was time for his second.

Reaching for the chocolate was a rather uncomfortable experience, again. Because he was effectively bound to a chair at one of his shoulders, he had to wiggle then stretch, wiggle a bit more, always being careful to not break the binding spell. He devoured his second as Draco again first took a bite before finishing his.

Harry rubbed his chest, his nipples had started to harden on their own and his breath was not as rhythmic as it had been only a few moments ago. He scowled at Draco whose only sign of being effected was the uneven rise and fall of his chest. "Backing down?"

"Not likely."

Third Kiss for both and Harry closed his eyes, a little embarrassed by the erection that followed. He forced them back open, knowing that it was ridiculous to blush considering he had known that this was going to happen for five days. But he was grateful when he saw Draco was having just the same reaction.

Fourth and Harry was starting to squirm. He had to rub his free hand on his trousers, not wanting to risk the next one falling out of his hand. Sweat was slowly starting to ease itself out on his forehead, sticking his hair down a little and making him wipe at his eyes.

The fifth. He was throbbing in time with his erratic heartbeat now and it took more will power than he liked to not press his hand to his groin. The material was restricting and the urge to simply call the ‘game' off there and then was getting stronger. He just wanted to go somewhere and pull himself off, maybe to the idea of Draco licking him.

Harry wasn't so far gone that he didn't notice exactly how good his adversary was looking right now, blonde hair vaguely damp, mouth open as he breathed deeply, quickly. But his face was still pale. Harry would have placed money on Draco's skin going red, or at least pink, when he was aroused. Confused at Draco's apparent abnormality, Harry titled his head, trying to get a better look at Draco's throat as he swallowed.

"Going to stare all night?" Draco's voice was not even, but that didn't seem to concern him.

Harry shrugged and reached for his sixth Kiss. As soon as it was in his mouth he felt Neville's hands on his right arm, pushing it down to rest on the arm of the chair. It was Ron's voice that said the spell only a few seconds before Harry half heard Goyle doing the same to Draco. He pulled a face as the spell finished, leaving his arm immobile until he used enough force to break free. Which he told himself he wasn't going to do, not for anything.

In the box on the table, the last morsel of chocolate sat, waiting to see who would lose the test of endurance. Waiting to see who would reach for it first. Harry tipped his head back, panting heavily now, as the pleasure and desire flooded through his body over and over again. Never easing as it made its passes around and around, only seeming to grow with every second that he couldn't touch himself. His fingertips scratched themselves against the wood of the armrest, itching to reach for his neglected erection.

He closed his eyes, sick of the sight of Draco's ceiling and forced himself to think about something else. He thought of long boring potion recipes, which made him think of Snape and that was good, because Snape was a whining little shit. Who always picked on Harry. Picked on Harry yet praised Draco to the heavens in the same breath. Draco, with his open mouth breathing, and chest flexing so nicely and … Harry noticed he'd gone off course a little. Sneaking a furtive glance, it was a little unnerving to see that the grey eyes were fixed firmly on him.

So he closed his eyes again and thought about one of Binns' History of Magic lessons. Well, he imagined one up, he was yet to fully pay attention to the whole of one yet. Binns' would probably float through the wall right now and give them a lecture on who, where, how, when, and why this game was invented. Then give all the details of how it was absolutely and frighteningly illegal unless you were 25 and living in Sweden on a permanent basis.

Harry thought it must be quite gloomy for Binns. Being one of the few people, alive or dead, that could manage to make a sex game sound boring. All that floating around, watching people yawn at you, being translucent and pale. Rather like Draco's eyelids and how you always got a small surprise when you actually couldn't still see the grey of his eyes when those thin strips of flesh fell over them. Harry could easily picture Draco's eyes slipping shut as he … He'd fallen off that Course again.

Not that he was surprised considering his fingers were now trying to claw their way over to his groin. He shifted, moaning low in his throat as his clothes rubbed across his overheated flesh in such a pleasant way. He shifted some more, trying to make it happen again but soon it wasn't enough. He could hear his breathing, it even drowned out the noise that Draco was presumably making. Harry tried to hold his breath for a moment just to hear if Draco was just as bad off, but he didn't even last two beats before he started sucking the air back in.

All that echoed over and over in his mind was that the last piece would be so good. The last Kiss would mean he didn't have to even touch himself, just let the chocolate slide down his throat and it would do all the work. All he had to do was reach, to hell with Malfoy, and reach. But Harry gritted his teeth, refusing to give in so easily.

He raised his head and opened his eyes, staring directly into the ones that were across the small divide, even if it did seem to be miles away. As Harry blinked the slightly dazed look off his face and stared back, he took in Draco's posture, straight, no fidgeting though he must have been begging for it in his head. Pale fingers were wrapped around the ends of the armrest, gripping harder than necessary, but unmoving, not like Harry's.

Harry looked and looked then looked some more, fidgeting and making some rather unmanly, whining noises the whole time. He held Draco's gaze, thinking over everything he'd seen tonight. Draco waited for him to take the first piece. Waited for him each time after. Slowly took one bite, then finished the chocolate off. Harry nodded to himself when he worked it out.

He wasn't going to win. He could sit here and whine and wriggle as much as he wanted. He could close his eyes and think of boring or disgusting things. He could do almost anything that he wanted and it didn't matter. Because Draco had finally found something to beat him at. Harry could do anything right now, anything but win.

And with that thought he decided the game was over, broke his arm free and reached. And just like it had been with every reach, Draco moved a nanosecond after he did. Except that this time Draco didn't go for the chocolate, he used his feet and launched himself at Harry.

Both boys crashed into the ground as Harry's chair tipped back from the force of the impact.

"You lose." Draco snarled, sitting up. "Twice." Lightning fast he was gone again and Harry knew why.

Draco wanted to win and get the orgasm. Cake, eat it too.

Harry gave a snarl of his own, not really caring if he was getting a little overworked about such a small thing. His hand swung around and grabbed Draco's wrist before the blonde could put the chocolate in his mouth. He received a hand in his face, pushing him away.

"I moved … mine." He spat out, scratching at the hand on his face.

"Er, guys." Neville spoke up from where the other four had been standing awkwardly. He was ignored by both members of his target audience.

Draco kicked out, knocking Harry to his knees, but the pale hand was dragged down as the vice like grip didn't give up on obtaining the chocolate. Draco shook his hand, much like how a dog shakes its head when playing tug-of-war, trying to dislodge the hand from his wrist. He lifted his other hand to simply take the chocolate out of it but Harry had been ready for that and snatched at is as well, his short nails biting into the soft flesh.

Draco sent one more kick, aimed at Harry's chest this time. Harry's hands let go against his will, moving to try to stop him hitting the floor. Harry's head was screaming at him to get up and get that chocolate right now. He watched as Draco raised it to his lips then a desperate thought occurred. Draco bit first.

Harry leapt to his feet, clutching at Draco's hand and yanking it away from his mouth. Draco had already taken his first bite, leaving slightly less than half of the sweet between his thumb and forefinger. Harry lunged with his last attempt to get what his mind, his body, and maybe even his soul ("worth his soul") was demanding.

Draco gave a shout of pain as he felt teeth dig into his hand. Harry sucked and hooked with his tongue, pulling away victoriously as what was left fell into his mouth and he quickly swallowed, not even wasting time to chew. Draco was looking at him as if he'd grown another eye in the centre of his forehead.

Then grey eyes didn't seem to be looking at him anymore, perhaps through him. Which Harry completely understood once the last tiny bit of aphrodisiac kicked in. He was stunned by how good it felt, but it wasn't enough, would never be enough, there needed for there to be something more … he needed more and he knew it. Half a Kiss was not the same as one Kiss, which Harry was reluctantly starting to find out.

He absently thought about the number seven as he dropped to his knees, both hands pathetically rubbing at the bulge in his pants. Seven Kisses needed for completion, not six and a half. That was how the game went and now this was getting to be overwhelming. The pleasure didn't ease, but it didn't go any further either. It didn't take mercy on him and just finish him off, though the hands felt wonderful.

He rubbed harder and gurgled saliva in the back of his throat as it finally reached what he was desperate for. His legs twitched under him as he came, making him lose some of his balance, slipping sideways to land on the floor on his thigh. But as the initial pleasure wore off, his eyes snapped open in surprise, and not because he felt tremendously sticky. The treat induced feeling of ‘almost there' had not diminished, if anything it was worse in that moment as Harry's semi-fried brain came to the conclusion that this was why you finished with a Kiss or a neutralising potion.

He raised his eyes to where Draco half stood, one hand on the chair, letting him lean as his other rubbed at his own crotch. Grey eyes narrowed directly at him and Harry had the distinct impression that the only thought going behind those angry eyes was' His fault'.

Apparently he was wrong, that there had been one other thought in the pretty blonde head. Something that went along the lines of ‘Then he can fix it' because in the next moment Draco had dived at him, knocking him on to his back. Harry managed to think that perhaps he should fight back until he noticed that Draco wasn't hitting him. He was rubbing against him.

And it was a brilliant idea, really. Harry squirmed under the weight, trying to make the friction come quicker. He partially registered that a rather graphic word had been muttered in the room, one in Ron's voice but he didn't care. There was rubbing to do.

His hands slid up to grip at Draco's hips, using his hands to help. He shuddered his way through another orgasm, even if it was dry, and felt the gasp of air on his neck, Draco was clearly keeping up with him.

They stopped moving for a second, turning all of their attention to breathing. There were murmurs coming from the other occupants but Harry couldn't make out the actual words.

They were in fact…

"Well that was … sudden." Ron.

"Think that's done it?" Crabbe.

"What happened?" Goyle.

"I guess six and a half isn't enough." Neville.

"Perhaps we shouldn't mention this when they come back to their senses?" Crabbe again.

"I agree with you." Ron again.

"Never thought I'd ever have to hear you say that." Crabbe.

"Never thought I'd ever have to say it." Ron.

"Er, guys, they're starting again." Neville.

"Oh dear." Ron.

"Should we stop them?" Goyle.

"Yes." Crabbe, Ron, Neville.

Harry whined pitifully as Draco was suddenly wrenched out of his grasp. He sat up, meaning to follow the nice, warm body that did all the nice, warm rubbing. But hands grabbed at him as well, placing him back in his chair once it was upright again. He pulled angrily, but much stronger binding charms had already been placed on his arms.

"What the hell do we do now?" Ron.

"Hermione?" Neville.

"Oh god no, she'll kill us." Ron.

"But she's smart, she'll think of something." Goyle.

"Hello?! Has anyone else forgotten that this little game is illegal in every magical community, barring one?" Ron.

"No." Neville, Goyle.

"It's either her or maybe Pomfrey." Crabbe.

"Maybe it'll wear off?" Ron.

"I'll go get Hermione."

"No!" Ron.

"Okay." Crabbe, Goyle.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. We are so dead." Ron.

"We were dead the second they started to … that thing we won't talk about." Crabbe.

"Yeah, Draco's gonna kill us when he regains the ability to walk." Goyle.

"Maybe we should run away from school?" Crabbe.

"He's not going to kill you, he won't have a chance. Likely thing is they'll go for each other first, if they survive Hermione's lecture." Ron.

Silence. Unless you counted the sounds of ragged breathing, whining, moaning and struggling against bindings.

"Neville! Can't you just tell me … oh, my god! What the hell?" Hermione had arrived. The next moan came from Ron as he covered his face with his hands.

"Well, see, we caught Draco with this Kisses set." Neville looked away when her eyes turned to him.

"You what? And you didn't report it? Those things are illegal."

"We were going to, but then we somehow got into Harry and Draco giving it a go."

She closed her eyes. "Okay, fine, let's not focus on that right now. Why are they still tied up? Why do I have to be here?"

Ron moved forward, trying to placate his friend. "Well, see, Harry lost and …"

The extremely angry look briefly melted away from Hermione's. "Harry lost?"

"Yeah, and see, well he reached for it first but Draco tackled him away. There was a bit of a scuffle and well, Draco only got to eat about half before Harry bit his hand and ate the rest." Goyle finished off Ron's explaining.

"You mean they both have about six and a half kisses in their system?"

"Apparently that's not enough to end it." Neville said helpfully.

"Maybe if we divide the neutralising potion in half …"

"No!" Hermione looked horrified. "That's designed purely to disarm six, not six and a half, we have no idea what it could do to them."

"Then what?"

Hermione thought for a moment. "I don't know."

Four sets of eyes widened in amazement and then hid it as she glared at them.

"What? I'm supposed to think of everything?"

"Well, yeah." Ron received a smack across the back of his head for his troubles.

"We'd better get them to Pomfrey."

"We can't, Hermione, they'll be expelled!" Ron glanced to the two boys who were still pulling at theirs bonds. "Not that Malfoy matters, but think of Harry. I don't think even Dumbledore could keep him out of trouble on this one."

"Maybe she won't tell anyone?"

Even Crabbe and Goyle weren't buying that one. She threw her hands up. "Well, I don't know."

"Maybe if we just untied one of their hands … it might wear off." Neville muttered, clearly looking as if he didn't want to be the one to say it.

"That could take hours, even if it did at all." Hermione looked at them then walked over to stand in front of Draco. "Malfoy?... Malfoy!" She shook him and he seemed to blink, looking up at her. "Malfoy, can you even hear my words?"

He sort of nodded, but it might just have been his attempts to escape so that he could touch himself.

"WHAT'S MY NAME?"

"Jees Hermione, he's horny, not deaf." Ron rubbed his ears.

Draco's mouth opened and he forced out one syllable. "Grain …"

She shrugged. "Good enough. Where did you get the set?"

"Göte … borg."

It took her a second to process that. "Göteborg? As in Gothenburg? Oh, jees, you actually got it from Sweden?"

Draco rolled his head, truly trying to concentrate. "Welse?"

"What the hell is welse?" Ron looked to Neville who shrugged. "Is it like welsh?"

"I think he tried to say ‘where else'." Crabbe helped out. "He does that sometimes when he's really drunk."

Apparently Draco had found enough power, energy and functioning brain cells to break free from his bindings and Hermione gave a little shriek, backing off quickly, wanting to get out of the way of the hormonal rampage. Draco's right hand instantly went to his crotch as he staggered awkwardly to his chest of drawers. Falling to his knees, he wrenched the bottom drawer out completely scattering an array of items like books and shirts.

He was obviously looking for something, as he grabbed clothing, throwing it behind himself and slowing clearing it all away. His left hand crashed down heavily on a book as he gasped his way through his third orgasm, Hermione giving an undignified squeak and looking away.

Composure partly regain, Draco lifted up another shirt and found what he was looking for. Another box, identical to the one that had started the whole night off. He flipped it open and grabbed out one of the chocolates turning on his knees and clumsily crawling his way over to Harry's chair.

Lifting it to his lips he resisted the urge to simply eat the whole thing himself and kept it to just marking it with his teeth, trying to roughly gauge how big his bite had been before Harry had tried to gnaw his fingers off. He lifted his hand to Harry's face which instantly lunged forward at the site of the chocolate. One lethargic yet sturdy hit to the side of his head and Harry calmed somewhat.

Draco reluctantly removed his hand from his crotch and used it to grip Harry's chin, pulling the boy's mouth open. He slid the candy in to where the bite mark was and snapped Harry's jaw shut, stretching up and pushing his mouth over what was left of the treat, licking it off Harry's lips and teeth, just in case he'd figured it wrong. Pulling back, Draco landed on his knees again, his hands falling to lie on Harry's immobile arm.

Both boys moaned, almost at the same time and tone. Harry's head fell back and Draco buried his in his arms. Harry managed to loosen the arm Draco was clutching and bring his hand to his groin as Draco's hands resettled on the wooden armrest. Harry groaned as this time he came, not dry, and he heard a snap, briefly wondering if it was his neck.

It wasn't, it was Draco managing to partly crush the wood under his fingers. Draco sucked air back into his lungs and fell backwards, not even really noticing when his head hit the floor quite hard. All he knew was the pleasure was no longer killing him, that is erection was not coming back for a very long time, and that he really needed to sleep.

Before anyone could break the extremely awkward silence Draco's door opened. "Hey, Malfoy, wanna sneak out to Hogsmeade and …" Pansy's voice trailed off as the opening door revealed that Draco was not alone. Her eyes took it all in. The illegal box on the floor, the panicked look in everyone's eyes, the Harry sitting in a chair grinning like a maniac and the Draco falling asleep on his floor. "Are you okay?"

Draco gave an exhausted smile. "I won."

She smiled back. "Guess you don't wanna come out then."

"I'm going to sleep for a few days, come back then." But despite his words, Draco struggled against sleep and brought himself back into a standing position. "But I really need a shower and clean clothes." He half-glared at Harry. "If you've stained my chair you're bloody well staying until it's clean." And he walked off, grabbing a towel up as he pushed past a giggling Pansy.

Except that when he got back, towel wrapped around his waist, Harry was still in his room, looking like death. "The stain." The Gryffindor gestured weakly. "It wouldn't come out."

"Where'd your gang go?"

"They kept staring at me, it was horrible." Harry yawned.

Draco looked at his chair, noticing the stain and the broken armrest. "Leave it, I guess I'll just have to throw it out." He sighed at the mess on his floor from where he'd tried to dismantle his chest of drawers.

Harry moved to the door as Draco picked up the second box. "Er, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Well, I shouldn't have bitten you." Harry stood a little straighter. "But I wasn't exactly thinking very well at the time. I'm sure you can understand."

"Yeah, fine, whatever."

"Oh, um and, I'm sorry I made you ruin your second set."

Draco was looking at it carefully, a small smile starting to play on his lips. "Oh, I don't know about that."

"Huh?"

"Well, it's not a total waste. Still got 12 in this one."

"Yeah, guess you could just use it for yourself, alone."

"No, I was thinking about a two person operation."

"But you've only got 12. That's six each with no finisher."

Draco looked over and leered. "Yeah, could take hours to wear off."

Harry was starting to catch on. "Ah."

"And besides." Draco walked to the table near the door. "If it all gets to be too much, I have two perfectly functioning neutralising potions. Imagine the possibilities." He picked up the second potion and put it in the compartment that had originally held the Kiss he'd had to use to fix them.

Harry was already imagining, quite vividly. He watched, entranced, as those grey eyes slid up to meet his again.

"Interested?"

His mouth dropped open, a number of responses rushing through his mind, such as ‘Hell no!' or ‘Hell yes!' or the worse one of simply squeaking out ‘Me?' in an embarrassing manner. Finally his brain chose one. "Friday?"

Draco gave a nod, opening his door and holding it there. He leant in slightly as Harry moved to brush passed him. "Don't bring your friends." He pushed the door closed after the rather stunned Gryffindor had stepped out.


Done.



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