Chapter 4

Harry stood up as well, slowly walking over to the young Dumbledore, gripping his arm tightly to comfort him. He soon found the other boy hugging him, and Harry hugged him back. Hesitantly, yet yearningly at the same time, their lips found each other. Harry pulled back at first, then found himself liking it, and pressed more against Dumbledore, struggling for more touch. When they had to break apart to breathe, Dumbledore looked at his companion and apologized, "I'm sorry, Harry. I…"

"Me, too," Harry replied, hanging his head, feeling guilty.

Dumbledore shook his head back and forth, disagreeing. "No, Harry, if anyone should apologize, it would, and should, be me."

Without either of them realizing it, they were kissing again and found themselves in a comfortable double bed that hadn't been there moments before. They were practically losing themselves with lust by the time they were lying next to each other in the bed. Neither of them were really thinking at that moment. Dumbledore seemed to be very eager to try and get Harry out of his robes, which was more than enough to encourage Harry to do the same to him. Struggling to free one another from the fabric straining them and keeping their skin from each other, they never stopped kissing.

Finally they were out of their clothes, stroking each other tenderly, deepening the other's kisses, tongues dueling, trying to touch as much of the other in the process of curling and uncurling around each other.

"Wait," the young Dumbledore interrupted, pushing Harry a couple of inches away from him.

Harry looked back rather confusedly. Had he done anything wrong? He didn't understand.

"Harry… Are you really sure you want this?" Dumbledore questioned. "We don't have to do this," he added, the truth within the deep ocean blue eyes visible.

"I want to," Harry breathed in his old – yet young – Headmaster's ear. He nuzzled into Dumbledore's neck, sending shivers over the blond boy's skin. A thin shine of sweat appeared on both young men's body as they started tonguing, connecting them. They rolled over in the bed, Harry on top. His teeth sank into Dumbledore's exposed neck, marking him, while his companion's hand disappeared between them, searching for something steel hard and throbbing that wasn't his. When Albus had managed to find what he had been looking for, he carefully got hold of the sensitive male flesh, and dragged his fingers back and forth. When the younger version of the wise, old Headmaster nearly reached the tip of Harry's hardness, a moan erupted from above him. He knew he was doing the right thing.

Harry's mouth planted pecks all over the other boy's chest and abdomen, down to what he was after most. The length of his companion's hardness invaded his mouth, bumping against the back of his throat. For a moment he thought he was going to vomit, yet at the same time his mouth being filled by another man felt special, and he wanted to contain it. Slowly, he started bringing his lips up and down the shaft, while cupping his mate's balls. It didn't take long before the latter started convulsing in pleasure as he desperately searched for something to get hold of. He tightly caught the sheets, although he'd rather catch something else. "Harry..." Dumbledore pleaded.

Harry stopped for a second and looked up into those bright blue eyes. He climbed back up the young Dumbledore's body and shifted his body before leaning over the other boy's, allowing the same hardness to push into his mouth again, as he used one hand to lead his own into the blond's throat. He moaned as it did and he felt elated, then resumed his task, bobbing his head up and down the other boy's shaft, faster and harder every time, being exhorted by his own approaching climax.

They came about the same time and both of them swallowed, trembling for a little while, before Harry turned around again, facing a smiling young Albus, and laid his own untidy black head onto the other boy's chest, fingers combing quietly through Dumbledore's hair. Harry didn't know where he'd be when he woke up. He didn't have the faintest idea, but he felt certain that Dumbledore would be with him. Maybe he'd see his parents again. And Sirius. And Remus. And Tonks. He smiled as sleep overtook him.