Part II - Battle

A/N: Thanks to Lariope, who was very supportive of this chapter. :-)

Part II – Battle

"Harry!"

The gasp of surprise morphed into a soft moan as Celia Malfoy chose that precise moment to wrap her lips around her right nipple and begin moving her tongue around the hard nub. Her back arched in almost sub-conscious movement, driving the swelling flesh closer to the other girl's face, pleading for more. She tried to keep her eyes open, meeting Harry's green ones across the room, even as pleasure surged through her. What she saw in them made the heat that had been building inside her rise to another level, and even more so when she registered Draco behind him, dragging his hands leisurely across Harry's naked chest.

"God, Hermione, you look fucking fantastic like that," Harry said huskily, eyes wandering over her naked form from head to toe. Draco murmured something in agreement, and oddly enough, this didn't make her feel uncomfortable or exposed, but rather very, very sexy. Locking her gaze with Malfoy's, she let her legs fall apart a fraction. He answered with a knowing smirk and met her challenge head-on, pulling his robes over his head and pressing Harry's back hard against his chest. From the shocked intake of breath from her friend, she figured that Draco had not been wearing anything underneath the mass of black fabric and that his hard length was now pressed intimately against Harry's backside. Fascinated, she watched as Draco's hips began to move in smooth, fluid movements and how one of his hands began snaking its way down across the flat stomach. Sudden rasps of a single nail along her inner thigh made her snap out of her rapt perusal and turn back to the woman half on top of her.

"Sorry, I..." she started, only to have her words cut off by soft, full lips against her own.

"Don't apologise. I want you to watch," Celia murmured in her ear, stroking a path along the skin of her inner arm, leaving goosebumps in her wake. "I just wanted to show you these."

She reached into a drawer of the nearby nightstand, withdrawing three oval, semi-flat stones and placing them directly over Hermione's heart. Her right hand went back to caress the underside of a breast while the other drew lazy spirals on the skin of her inner arm. The stones on her chest began to hum, a slow vibration going through her, taking up the rhythm of the pulse she could feel beat hard and fast in her ears.

"They're learning you," Celia explained, cupping her breast more fully. "The more you give in to pleasure and allowing yourself to feel, the more attuned they will become to you and the more exciting they will be." She moved in for another kiss, lowering herself to caress Hermione's breasts with her own. The stones began to slide across Hermione's skin, finding spots that made her gasp and adding pressure of their own accord. One went to her left arm, sliding up and down in feather-light touch from her shoulder to the tightly bound wrists. Another went to her breasts, mimicking the movements of Celia's fingers earlier and sliding smoothly in and out between their bodies as both women arched into the connection between them. The third went down her stomach, coming to rest just above the junction of her thighs, vibrating softly on the spot as though waiting for something. Her legs fell apart of their own accord, hips rising slightly off the bed in search of contact, and the stone complied, moving through the dark curls to stop directly over her clitoris, the vibrations picking up speed as blood rushed to her aching centre.

***

"Not a bad show, don't you think?" Draco commented wryly in Harry's ear, watching closely as Hermione pulled against the golden sashes, trying to get closer to his wife's talented tongue as it worked its way down her trembling body.

"Not at all," Harry replied, eyes fixed on the couple before him. "See how she bites down on her lower lip? Enter her now and you'll have her coming in no time at all. Absolutely fabulous."

"Fabulous like this?" Draco whispered, thrusting firmly against Harry's back, causing his hard cock to slide back and forth between Harry's clenched buttocks.

"It compares." Smiling, Harry reached behind him and stroked a path down the side of Draco's upper body, stopping at his hips and moving forward to reach between his partially spread legs. "Seems like you could use an extra hand?" A second later, he was slammed against the other man's chest, moving with him until he felt cool wood against his skin. Another quick movement had his hands yanked away and tied firmly to one of the solid mahogany corner posts of the magnificent bed. He could reach the ends of the golden silk with his fingers and explored the material carefully. Like trickling water turned solid and smooth, contrasting sharply with the polished wood it bound him to. He turned his head and found Draco's lips, crashing down to claim his in a hungry embrace. Moaning, he pressed himself against the hard body, pouring the mounting excitement and apprehension into their kiss, losing himself in sensation.

"Just relax," Draco murmured into his ear, kissing a wet path along the neck and biting gently into his earlobe. His hands slid up his arms and guided his fingers gently around the wooden post, caressing the back of his hands almost lovingly. "I'll make sure you adore it." They kept kissing, Harry straining his neck as much as possible to reach Draco's lips over his shoulder, head spinning with the feeling of consuming contact. Hands were wandering down his back, skimming over the sides with teasing fingertips and stroking the planes of his lower back with steady palms. They went lower, and he felt moisture form from underneath them, spreading over his skin in cool circles. Inquisitive fingers moved closer, spreading his legs and caressing his balls, wrapping themselves around the bones in his hips, pulling him backwards, leading him into a slightly more bent over position to keep the bonds on his hands from straining. He could feel Draco moving against him now, his hard cock pressing against his entrance, telling him without words to relax and let him in. Closing his eyes briefly, he threw his head back and pushed, letting out a long, ragged breath as he felt Draco slide inside, filling him...completing him in a way he'd never known existed. Moaning, he pushed his hips back again, shocked by the waves of pleasure that flooded his system with every little movement.

"God, Harry..."

Draco's arms came up around his chest, holding him in a close embrace as his hips worked back and forth at a torturously slow pace which allowed him to feel every inch of the other man, again and again. Lips came down on his neck, mixed with a strong tongue and teeth that bit into his shoulder as Draco increased the tempo slightly. Grateful now for the extra support, his hands clung to the dark wood, compensating for the telltale tremble he could feel starting up again in the vicinity of his knees.

"Fuck, you feel fantastic."

Draco's words were hot in his ear, going into his system and heating his blood with every breathless syllable. The hands were clutching his shoulders now, using his upper body for leverage as the thrusts of Malfoy's hips became stronger, deeper and utterly overwhelming.

"Harder."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Moving his hands down to take his hips in a firm grip, Draco relinquished the even, controlled rhythm he'd started off with, going deeper and faster, pounding into him with exquisite abandon. Words were falling from the blond man's lips as he fucked him against the dark wood, words of wanting and desire filling him with pleasure as surely as the hard cock between his legs. A dull, throbbing ache started in his loins, working its way up from his balls to his hard shaft, and he pulled futilely against the golden sashes to get a hand free and stroke away some of the tension building within him.

"Please, Draco..."

The blond chuckled softly into his ear, pushing one hand into his hair and capturing his lips for another searing kiss.

"Something you want, Potter?"

"Your hand. On my dick. Now."

"Oh? Like this?"

One of Draco's hands snaked its way across his hip, wrapping itself around his erection and stroking him gently, merely brushing against the sensitive skin.

"Harder."

The grip tightened briefly, stroking him firmly a couple of times before letting go and withdrawing altogether. The loss of contact was almost painful, and he bit down on his lower lip to keep the whimper he felt rising in him from escaping. Whatever happened tonight, he would not whimper before Draco Malfoy.

"More!"

"Sorry, Potter. I've something else in mind."

With a hand in his hair, Draco turned his head to face the bed, reminding him of the other couple in the room. Mesmerised, he watched Hermione's face, resting now on one of Celia's inner thighs and partly obscured by a pale, smooth leg. Her tongue was hard at work, licking wet paths along Celia's folds and moving over her clitoris with focused determination. Moans and gasps were falling from her lips as she played, forcing his attention away from the plump, passion-swollen lips, along her body to the apex of her thighs. Hermione's legs were spread wide apart, her hips straining slightly upwards, begging for contact. Celia's mouth was on her, licking and stroking, turning his friend into a mass of quivering limbs. As he looked on, Celia dove deeper, disappearing from view amidst clouds of blonde, wavy hair. Hermione's gasps turned into pants, her head falling back against the pillows, and she cried out, coming hard before him. The throbbing in his cock increased, and he felt Draco move faster, fucking him ruthlessly against the bed frame. Stars began dancing at the outer edge of his vision as Celia kept on going, making Hermione rise off the bed again and again, her orgasm seemingly building off itself into an ever-increasing cycle of pure pleasure.

"Come over here, love," Draco beckoned, his voice hoarse with arousal and excitement. Pressing a last kiss to Hermione's inner thigh, Celia Malfoy complied, crawling gracefully towards them, rolling over to lie on her back at the edge of the bed. Draco moved his hands to Harry's, stroking his wrists and releasing the golden bonds.

"Put your legs on his shoulders," he instructed his wife, nibbling softly at Harry's ear. "Potter, I believed you wanted something to squeeze that hard dick of yours."

Shaking out his hands to remove some of the stiffness in his wrists, Harry smiled. Draco moved them closer to the edge of the bed, and Celia's long, slim legs came up to rest on his shoulders without prompting. Running his hands from ankle to thigh, he spread them wantonly before him, took a firm hold of her hips and guided her onto his throbbing cock. A groan of relief escaped him as he felt the tight wetness envelop him, and again, louder this time, as Celia contracted her inner muscles around him, squeezing him tightly as he drove deeper into her.

"All set?" Draco asked, pressing a loving kiss to his wife's left ankle as her legs came back up to rest against Harry's shoulders. Without waiting for a reply, he recommenced his deep thrusts, setting the pace for all three of them as they moved together in perfect harmony.

"Fuck!"

Harry pressed his eyes firmly shut, fighting for control as sensation overtook him. He was burning up, wrapped in heat from all sides, his blood surging like liquid fire through his veins, making him gasp for air. He moved his hands up and down Celia's legs, trailing the smooth skin with nails and fingers. Moving lower, he cupped her arse in his hands, lifting her slightly off the bed to increase the angle. The woman beneath him cried out, and her hands fell from her breasts to grip his thighs tightly. Beautiful, manicured nails dug into his skin, and he hissed, some of the red haze rising from his eyes as the pain brought sharper focus. He raised her hips even higher, rubbing relentlessly against Celia's g-spot with every thrust, welcoming the cries and moans that mixed with his own as Draco matched everything he did with his own body. Suddenly, the pain in his legs stopped, and he felt Draco's hands on him, soothing the skin with the palms of his hands. Hands became arms, wrapping themselves tightly around his body, making him feel as though he was melting into the other man, becoming part of him as they moved in sync, seeking release together. The urge to kiss him came over him with such pressing need that he forgot to breathe for a second, and he twisted his shoulders as well he could, muffling Draco's groans with his lips, drinking him down greedily as their tongues made love to one another as gently as the contact of their hips was violent.

"Forget about me?"

He let go of Draco's lips and turned to find Hermione kneeling at his side, one hand on his chest, stroking him softly. She moved in to kiss him, and then trailed her lips along his jaw and neck, coming up behind him to do the same to Draco. "Thanks for releasing me, by the way," she said huskily, reaching between their legs to cup the blond man's balls and roll them firmly in her hand.

"Anytime, Granger," Draco managed, pulling her to him to claim her lips in a passionate kiss. "Now, why don't you help Potter here entertain my wife? I bet those gorgeous tits of hers could use some attention." Kissing both men quite thoroughly once more, Hermione smiled and moved onto her side, reaching out to stroke the underside of Celia's left breast softly before taking the right nipple into her mouth.

"Christ, Hermione," Harry moaned, pressing kisses to Celia's trembling calves as the girl whimpered and writhed beneath him. "So fucking hot." Hermione smiled, moving her mouth to the other nipple while her hand slithered downwards, across the flat stomach to stroke the skin of a pale inner thigh.

"Please," Celia moaned, eyes fixing on Hermione with an imploring expression. Hermione replied with a smile and a nod, moving two fingers to the other girl's clit, lips focusing on the left breast once more.

He felt the tension rise like someone watching water come to a boil...the slow simmering sensation followed by an explosion of heat, strong enough to make him bite his lip in desperation. Celia came with a shuddering cry, wetness drowning his cock as he continued to fuck her, muscles gripping him so hard he thought he'd go mad with the pleasure of it.

"God, Draco, I can't hold on much longer," he gasped, leaning into the other man for support as he felt his legs begin to turn into water.

"Then don't," Draco breathed in his ear, pulling his head around for a fierce kiss as his hips ground into Harry's mercilessly. Moments later, the arm around his chest tightened to a vice-like grip, and Draco threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream as he exploded within his body. Feeling release take over, Harry mimicked the movement, thrusting deep into Celia as his balls drew up, pushing his seed like molten lava through his body. He came hard, collapsing against Draco and finding his lips in desperate kisses between panted breaths. Draco's hands were on his face, holding on to him, keeping him upright. A limp hand grabbed hold of his arm and pulled, sending both men tumbling onto the bed, joining Hermione and Celia in a tangled heap of complete satisfaction.

***

They lay there for a long time, kissing and caressing, soothing flushed skin and allowing intimacy to flow between them like a steady stream moving tranquilly towards the ocean. Harry met Draco's lazy stare and felt something settle into place deep within him...a question answered that he hadn't known he'd been asking before this. Smiling, he raised a hand and dragged a single finger slowly across Draco's bottom lip, enjoying the way his touch seemed to bleed into the other man's eyes, forming an answering smile within the grey depths. Hermione's hand came around him and turned him over on his back, pushing his hair away from his face while kissing him deeply. Celia moved around them to come up in the middle, curling her smaller frame to Draco's and letting him spoon up against her back. Taking her hand in his, Draco brought it to his lips in an affectionate gesture, followed by nuzzling gently at her neck.

"So," Hermione said finally, breaking the companionable silence. "What about the duel? Who won?" The two men looked at one another, identical smiles spreading across their faces.

"I think Draco came out slightly on top," Harry answered with a conspiratorially grin. "This time."

"Are you saying you want a rematch, Potter?" Draco drawled, propping himself up on one elbow to look more directly into the darker man's face. Harry's smile grew wider.

"Name your time and place."

THE END

A/N: And there it is, folks! Smutty, slashy foursome goodness completed. Hope you liked. Please review!

Oh, and I totally wrote the last three pages sans blushing. Go me! ;-)