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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

11:27PM

Okay, I'm going to shamelessly pimp my new LJ John Doe Slash community that I am starting up... if you're horribly offended by slash, then you might not want to visit, however, anyone else who wants to read, post fics and fanart, and whatever, then come on over and check it out. I have one fic up... *please don't shoot me for pimping!*

http://community.livejournal.com/john_doe_slash/

Current mood: hopeful

11:03PM - Trying new things PART ONE

“However cabbage is the basic ingredient in coleslaw, a frequent luncheon side dish and picnic mainstay.” John paced back and forth through his apartment, eyes on the ceiling as he spoke.
“And, evidence is mounting that the healthiest diets are loaded with plant foods” he stopped pacing long enough to smile in a child like way. “Like Cabbage” He continued his pacing around his loft apartment.
“The percentage of people who enjoy leafy green vegetables is increasing every year” He paused to think this through. “That would suggest that these people actually enjoyed eating things like cabbage.”
Karen quietly slipped in to the apartment, carrying a bag of groceries and an oversized art bag. She stood, quietly in the corner, watching John as he paced the room, analyzing vegetables.
“So, if these people liked cabbage, and leafy green vegetables, then it stands to reason that I… may or may not like cabbage.” He ended with an air of defeat.
Karen cleared her throat loudly as she walked over to the counter, which separated the kitchen from the rest of the place.
Placing the bag on the countertop, she turned to Doe who was still muttering to himself. “What’s up doc?”
“Hm?” He said distractedly.
“Why are we raging on about cabbage and other innocent veggies?”
“I don’t know if I like cabbage or not.” John sounded almost on the verge of panic.
Karen gave John the idiot look and huffed before she spoke. “Have you tried cabbage?”
“No, I want to know if I like it before I try it.”
“You won’t know unless you do.”
“The last time I went by that assumption, I nearly threw up.”
Karen took a deep breath, held it, let it out, then spoke. “Right. So you’re going to guess. And then hope you are right before you try it.”
“Well, I’m not really guessing as much as analyzing the statistical number of people in the United States who enjoy cabbage. After that, I will be able to accurately predict weather or not I like cabbage.”
Karen gave him another ‘for a smart guy, you can be really stupid sometimes’ look. “Just try it and if you hate it, I’ll hold the bucket.”
John gave Karen a worried look, then let his eyes trail to the floor. “I don’t know…”
Karen was already digging in the fridge. She stood up triumphantly. “I thought I had some in here… I love coleslaw.” She held up a tub of coleslaw with a Safeway sticker on the side. Opening the top, she inhaled deeply with a dreamy smile on her face. She set it down on the counter and dove back into the fridge. She dug around a moment longer before producing a head of cabbage.
“This one, I will cook for your enjoyment.” Karen emphasized the word ‘cook’ by pounding the cabbage, stalk down, on the counter, causing John to jump slightly. His eyes were glued to the cabbage as she removed the stalk and began tearing it into pieces. Setting it aside, she bent over, produced a large saucepan and a steamer. She filled the steamer with the eviscerated bits of cabbage and placed it all into the saucepan. She filled the bottom with water, and placing a lid on it, placed it on the stove.
John watched with trepidation. “I still don’t know about this.” He paused as Karen piled a huge portion of coleslaw onto a plate and set it at the breakfast bar.
“Sit down, John.” Karen rolled her eyes as he shifted uncomfortably. “You know, for someone who is so confident about everything else, you’re a really big baby when it comes to food.”
John gave her a startled look, and took his seat. He stared at the coleslaw as if it may get up and slide off the plate.
Karen rolled her eyes, yanked a fork out of the silverware drawer and took a huge bite off of John’s plate. “MMMM Yummy!” She said around a mouthful of coleslaw. She swallowed while waiting for John to try it.
Exasperated, Karen turned around and lifted the lid on the steaming cabbage behind her. She jabbed it with her fork, sniffed at it, then replaced the lid. “A couple more minutes and it’ll be done. She turned back to see John carefully prodding the coleslaw.
“For god’s frickin sake, just take a bite!” She said as she leaned over and took another bite for herself. “This is really good coleslaw… You don’t think I’m mental, do you?”
“What?” John finally spoke up.
“Me… I’m not looney tunes am I?”
“No, why would I think that?”
“Because I like this stuff!!” She shouted. “And if I’m not crazy, then there must be something to it being good!”
“Right, but not everyone has the same taste,” John said in his quiet, gentle, almost child like voice. “So, you could be perfectly sane and like this, and I could still hate it.”
“You know what? I think you’re crazy.” Karen scooped a large bite, and shoved it into John’s mouth.
He almost choked as he tried to spit it out. Karen reached over, and clamped his jaw shut with both hands, forcing him to eat it.
John’s eyes were huge as he swallowed the mess of cabbage and mayonnaise. Karen let go and turned her back on him to check the steamed cabbage. “All done! Great, now you can experience this too.”
“That’s really good!” John almost shouted. He quickly cleaned off the plate and reached for the tub.
“That’s really good” Karen mimicked John in a high, snotty voice as she spooned the cooked cabbage out onto a plate. She turned on John. “I TOLD you it was good!”
John was now smiling with his mouth full of coleslaw. Karen thought he resembled a three year old who had just tried his first ice cream… a really hot three-year-old… one that I’d do in an instant. She stopped the thought right where it was.
“Here, try this now.” Karen shoved the plate of cooked cabbage in front of him.
John swallowed “Is it as good as this?”
“I like it, but it doesn’t taste the same.”
“Oh… “ John eyed at the plate of steaming vegetable suspiciously.
“For god’s sake, just try it!” Karen took her fork and speared a piece of cabbage. She waved it at him as she spoke. If you don’t try it, then you’ll never know! You would have spent the rest of your life wondering if you liked coleslaw, if I hadn’t forced you to eat it! She shoved the steamed piece of cabbage in her mouth, chewed and swallowed. “See? Delicious!”
“I don’t know…” John Hesitated.
“You are missing out on so much just because you’re afraid to try things! Trying new things is supposed to be an experience, not a chore or a punishment. Weather you like it or not, the new experience is glorious. Like the first time I tried sour kraut. It was the most revolting thing I’d ever tasted, but at the same time, it was exhilarating just trying it and feeling the revulsion to the taste of the vinegar.” She turned around in exasperation. “You’d probably say you didn’t like sex if you hadn’t had it before.”
“I haven’t and I don’t know if I do.”
Karen whirled around so fast, that she stumbled. “You’re a virgin?”
“I... uh…” John looked around the room, then down to his shoes, then up at Karen. “I don’t know if I am or not, but I know that I don’t remember ever having sex.”
“Wow!” Karen ran around the counter to face John directly. “Do you know what this means?”
“That I’m really inexperienced and I will probably remain a virgin until I figure out how to relate to people…?”
“NO!” Karen almost shouted. “This means that all of your sexual past has been erased. You don’t have any hang ups, no emotional baggage regarding sex.”
John nodded as his eyes darted around the room. “Right.” He swallowed hard. “This is something that I’ve been wondering about, but I haven’t had the nerve to ask anyone to have sex with me. I mean, I don’t know if I’m even attractive to women. I could be a dog, and no woman would want to have intercourse with me. If that’s the case, then I don’t know what I would do, seeing as I really don’t have much of a personality. I mean, I’m working on building one, but sometimes I feel like a robot… that is how you described me, and I think that description is accurate…”
Karen cut him off. “You’re not a dog. And you are attractive.”
John smiled. “So there is a chance of me experiencing… sex.”
Karen let her mind wander into depths unknown. She smiled. “Yes, there is a very good chance of you experiencing sex.”
John’s eyes darted around the room again as his mind began working again. “I wonder who would be willing to. Perhaps I can meet someone who won’t mind me… I would have to concentrate on not talking so much. That usually makes most women’s eyes glaze over, then the next thing I know, they are making their hasty exit. If I just smile and nod and…”
John’s next few words were garbled as Karen leaned forward and laid the best kiss she could muster on John’s full lips.
John was so stunned that he was silent even after the kiss ended. Karen pulled back and watched John’s face, carefully.
“Well?” She asked when John still didn’t say anything.
“I uh…” John looked at Karen.
“Did you like it?” She smiled, watching his reaction carefully.
John jumped up. “I shouldn’t, you’re my employee and ethically, this is not right. Employers and employees should not be kissing.” He walked towards the door. “I should be going. Frank wanted me to stop by and take a look at a case he’s been working on. John reached for the door handle.
“I quit.” Karen said loudly and suddenly. She stood up and stared at John, waiting to see what he was going to do.
John’s hand was frozen on the door handle. “What?”
“I quit. I’m not your employee any more and you’re not my employer.”
“Did… Did you kiss me because you wanted to or because you felt sorry for me?”
“I wanted to.” Karen’s eyes were boring straight into John’s from across the room. “I’ve wanted to for a long time, but I just never thought… Oh god.”
“What?” John had let go of the handle and hand turned to face Karen.
“You’re not attracted to me, are you?” Karen began fidgeting. “I mean, you probably just think I’m some dumb art student, who’s way too young and immature for you.”
“No, I don’t. I’ve always thought you were very pretty.”
Karen’s eyes came up to meet John’s again. John walked back into the room. “Are you saying that you want to... to have sex with me?”
Karen nodded.
John let his eyes dart around the room, a nervous habit that he picked up somewhere. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, I know everything about sex, because I know everything about everything, but the uh… practical application, I…”
“Will you shut up for a minute?” Karen said as she crossed the room. She stood in front of him for a moment before she reached her hand up and touched his face and felt the muscles of his square jagged face clench. She slipped her hand around the back of his neck and gently tugged him down to her level. Closing her eyes, she let her mouth meet his. She felt his lips begin to move, gently brushing hers.
She let her mouth fall open slightly, letting her tongue gently prod his lips until his mouth opened. He tasted so good. Better than she had imagined. Peppermint mixed with the fading taste of coleslaw. She pulled back long enough to look into his eyes.
John’s mind was moving a million miles a second. This was his first real kiss, and here he was staring at his employee, his very pretty employee. It occurred to him that he really wasn’t much of a touchy sort of man. He always kept his distance when dealing with people. This was something totally new.
“Karen…”
Karen was slowly pushing his brown leather jacket off of his broad shoulders, keeping her hands flat against his chest as she worked, staring straight into his eyes.
John grabbed hold of Karen’s wrists, but did not push her away. She stopped the movement, waiting to see what he was going to do next.

Stay Tuned for Part 2... coming soon

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

11:35AM - results for my Harry Potter Poll!!

I scored as Ron Weasley. I often feel like second best and as a result don't have an awful lot of self confidence, but a truer more capable friend would be hard to find.

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Ron Weasley

70%

Albus Dumbledore

70%

Hermione Granger

65%

Remus Lupin

60%

Draco Malfoy

45%

Sirius Black

45%

Harry Potter

40%

Ginny Weasley

40%

Severus Snape

35%

Lord Voldemort

20%

Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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Thursday, February 9, 2006

11:24AM - Breaking the dry spell

Lister, Rimmer, the cat and Kryten had all decided that it was dull. This was a realization that they had come to many times before, but this time, it was REALLY dull. There had been no blips on the monitor, no exciting space pods containing alien remains, but in actuality were only garbage pods tossed away from the Red Dwarf three million years earlier, No crazed computer viruses coming after them to eat their brains, no stasis Leaks, nothing. Which is why when they found the ocean planet, with no life forms bigger than an amoeba it was so incredibly exciting. There was one giant ocean covering the surface, with bits of land sticking up a various points across the globe. The temperature was seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit. It was a warm, tropical planet, with beautiful white beaches and an oxygen rich atmosphere. And the best part was that breathing would not be a problem. That was always handy for the Cat and Lister. So with excitement, they packed up five cases of lager, twelve bottles each, sunscreen, and lawn chairs. Lister worse his least smeggy shorts while The Cat put on a black and white striped bathing costume complete with matching towel, beach bag and umbrella. Holly even transferred to his portable unit. With everyone ready to go, they headed off into Paradise

They couldn’t have looked for a better place to land, had they tried. The white sandy beaches stretched for miles in every direction. Lister smiled hugely and plopped his lawn chair down on the edge of where the water met the sand so that the lapping waves crept up and licked at his toes as he sat. He ignored Rimmers smeggy expression as he stood in his uniform that had been starched to within and inch of its life. He smiled as the Cat screamed “Sand Box!!”, pulled a small gilded shovel out of a matching black and white striped bag and ran off to dig. Lister didn’t want to know what he was digging for or what he would be putting in the hole once he dug it, but at least he was happy.

Kryten had decided to relax near the star bug away from the sand as it may get into his gears and muck things up. Rimmer agreed that he should wait. He didn’t want anything to come between His carefully starched underwear and himself, certainly not a mucked up mechanoid.

So, now it was just Lister and Rimmer on the beautiful beach with the cat off in the far distance.

Occasionally they could hear Cat yelling in glee “OWWW!!!! I found something! Oh! It’s shiny! I think I’ll keep it.”

Holly materialized a lawn chair for Rimmer to sit in, but instead, Rimmer was standing at strict attention.
“Oh sit down Rimmah.” Lister snapped.

Rimmer glared at Lister, Nostril’s flaring. He stood for a few moments longer, then seeing how relaxed Lister was, he begrudgingly sat on the chair, ramrod straight. Eventually he even leaned back enough to relax.

Lister closed his eyes to the bright sun, enjoying the way it seemed to soak into his skin. What could be better than this? He thought. Screwing around with Rimmer’s head. He answered. “Funny how three million and two years will make a man do just about anything for a good romp in the hay.” Lister half jokingly said. Rimmer sat up from his chair

Lister watched Rimmer, inwardly chuckling at his little joke, waiting for his reaction. Lister could almost hear the stick up Rimmer’s arse squeak as he turned in his chair to face him. “Funny Ha Ha, or Funny, Strange?”

“Jus’ Funny…” Lister said, looking directly at Rimmer.

“What are you trying to say?” Rimmer said warily.

“Not tryin’ to say anythin’,” Lister said. “It’s just funny is all.”

“And just whom do you intend to shag in this god forsaken universe?”

“Wha…?” Lister began.

Rimmer cut him off. “Because the only shagable beings around are the Cat, Creighton and yours truly. And since I’m a hologram, that makes me right out.”

“I wasn’ intendin’ to shag anyone.” Lister said with false exasperation, while inwardly chuckling at Rimmer’s discomfort. “It’s just funny is all…”

Rimmer had stood up and was now pacing around and around the lawn chairs set in the sand. “The Cat wouldn’t go for you, I’m afraid.” Rimmer paused to look thoughtfully at Lister. “No, no, no. He’d be more into a Non-smeggy, clean teeth, bathe-everyday sort of bloke. Someone who wears non-curry stained shirts…” He looked Lister up and down. “Defiantly not you.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Lister grumbled. This game was getting old. He’d have to find some other way to get under Rimmer’s holographic skin.

“You could always order Creighton to perform any disgusting lewd acts that you find necessary.”

“NO! Rimmah!” Lister yelled in disgust. “I was just makin’ conversation. All I meant is, do ya miss it?”

Rimmer snorted. “I am a hologram now, I no longer have those drives.”

“Righ’ and I’m a teenage girl in front of the camera sayin ‘Daddy? Are you sure this is right’?”

“Well, even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you about it.” Rimmer turned his back on Lister.

“Fine with me.” Lister grabbed a lager out of the cooler next to him. “Care for a drink?”

Rimmer offered up his hands to Lister “How am I supposed to drink that? I’m dead!”

“Righ’” Lister said around a belch after downing the entire lager in one gulp. “Hol, why don’ ya give Rimmah here a stiff one.”

“I beg your pardon?” Rimmer exclaimed indignantly, nostrils flaring. He paused a moment before he made a face as if he had just swallowed an entire orchard of lemons. He knocked his head back, gasped, sputtered and finally managed. “Holly, what was that?”

A television screen rolled down the beach to them, with a picture of a man with a balding head and a silly grin on his face. “quadruple martini… shaken, not stirred.”

“What are you? James smegging Bond? Quadruple? Are you trying to get me soused?” Rimmer immediately made another face, this time it looked as if he had swallowed an entire swarm of ladybugs. He opened his eyes and looked blearily at the television screen. “And that was…?”

“Flaming whiz bee quadruple death bong” Holly said cheerfully. “it usually does the trick.” Have a few more. With that, he rolled off to follow the Cat.

Rimmer staggered three more times, then began to teeter unsteadily. He carefully smoothed out his hair, straightened his tie then promptly fell down.

Lister laughed as he downed his fifth lager in one gulp. He belched loudly, wiped his mouth with his arm and pointed at Rimmer. “Your shirt’s untucked.” He chuckled.

Rimmer attempted to sit up, but only succeeded in falling back down. He began to chuckle under his breath.

Lister paused for a second before he began to laugh as well. “Rimmah. You’re a mess. I didn’t know Holograms could get pissed.”

“Oh no, Miladdo, That’s where you’re wrong.” Rimmer was slurring his words. “Just because I’m a hologram does not mean that I can’t become intoxicated” Rimmer slurred the word intoxicated. His face broke out into a huge grin. He pointed a wavering finger at Lister. Now THAT was a drink.” He said each word carefully. “Hol! Give me another!” His head snapped back as he swallowed. His eyes remained unfocused as he stared at the horizon. After a moment, Rimmer let his gaze slide over to Lister who was downing his tenth lager. “I do, you know.” Rimmer mumbled

Lister paused mid gulp, glanced at Rimmer, still lying in the sand, then quickly finished the bottle. “Do wha?”

Rimmer smiled a drunken grin. “Still have the urges.”

Lister’s eyebrows rose, as he looked sideways at Rimmer. “Are you saying you do miss it?”

“Holly! Another one, please.” Rimmer yelled. His head immediately knocked back as he swallowed, this time with a much less pained expression on his face. He almost looked as if he enjoyed it. “Yesh, I mish Shex.” Rimmer pointed at Lister to exaggerate each word, then took a deep breath.

“You mean inflatable Ingrid?” Lister mumbled around the mouth of his fourteenth lager.

“Yes, inflatable… No!” Rimmer stopped himself; “I meant all of the delectable women who were constantly throwing themselves at me… Holly, another!”

“Come off it, Rimmah.” Lister stuck his tongue in the bottle and waved it around before he continued. “We ah gno U oiy ha ex oe ime…”

“I can’t understand a bloody word you’re saying.” Rimmer waved his hand expansively.

Lister pulled the bottle off with a pop. “I said, that we all know you’ve only had sex with one person and it only lasted twelve minutes.” Lister took a swig from his bottle. “And that included the time it took to eat the pizza.”

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss it.” Rimmer picked up his head and looked Lister squarely in the eye. “And that I don’t think about it all of the time.” He let his head flop back down. “I am still a man, after all. Holly! Another!” Rimmer slurred. A crooked smile spread across his face as his head knocked back and he swallowed. He took both of his hands and rubbed them across his face, mashing it roughly into the shape of a goldfish on laxatives. He continued to hold the shape as he spoke. “Shometimes I think I’d even have shex with you if I wash able.” He smiled into his hands and closed his eyes.

Lister was yanked out of his drunken haze at that last comment. Did he mean it or was it the alcohol talking? He glanced at Rimmer who was still holding his face in that ridiculous expression and staring blindly at the blue sky above. Then he let his eyes travel down the body and noticed something else. Rimmer was showing how much he did in fact miss sex. A large bulge was forming in his perfectly pressed slacks. The twenty-three lagers that Lister had just consumed were making it hard for him to think. The world was spinning around him. An odd buzzing was in his head as he contemplated what he was about to do. Chances were, Rimmer would not remember any of this in the morning anyway. Lister made as if to stand up, but all that he accomplished was to roll over out of his chair and onto the sand beneath. He slowly picked himself up and crawled over to where Rimmer was laying. Lister collapsed in a heap next to him. He rolled onto his side, trying to ignore the spinning of the world around him as he focused on the hologram lying next to him.

Rimmer was staring at the sky, trying, in vain, to see through the blue to the stars beyond. He heard a thump and then the sounds of someone crawling through the sand. Who could that be? Oh right, Listy, Rimmer thought. Wouldn’t mind a shag with him. Wait… That’s Lister. I don’t want to shag him… No, no, no, no, no, no, no… his mind was drifting further and further away. Nope no shag with good ol Listy… Because I’m a hologram, and I couldn’t shag my favorite pooch even if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t mind a shag with Listy… Wait, I’ve been through this one, he thought blearily. He was suddenly aware that someone was right next to him. A static surge ran back though his light bee, alerting him to the fact that someone was in his space, interrupting his light. He let his head flop to his left and came face to face with Lister who smelled strongly of lager. The one thing, Rimmer thought to himself, that he found odd, was that he could still smell. He looked at Lister a moment, as the same thought came back to him. A shag with Lister. It was as if Lister’s face was coming closer to his, but in actuality, Rimmer was leaning into Lister. He carefully laid his mouth on Lister’s. All he could feel was a slight static charge running through his light bee as the light was interrupted. He kept his eyes opened and watched Lister’s reaction. Just the thought alone of what he was doing, made his erection jump. Hologram or not, he was, as the old American Science Fiction show put it, ‘fully functional’.

Before Lister knew what was happening, Rimmer was kissing him. Well, kissing him as much as a hologram could. He could see Rimmer’s eyes open, watching him. Lister kissed him back, imagining what it would feel to really snog him. He felt himself grow hard as he let his mouth fall open, imagining his tongue sliding into the hot mouth. He felt the pressing need in his shorts and desperately wanted to release himself, but he hesitated. He pulled back from the kiss and held Rimmer’s gaze.

Rimmer watched as Lister pulled away, struggling through the haze of drunkenness to think. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far. Lister was not looking away. He had a strange look on his face. Rimmer let his gaze drop from Lister’s eyes, to his mouth, to his chest, to his crotch. He lingered there, watching the bulge in Lister’s baggie Bermuda shorts. Rimmer glanced up at Lister to see him staring at the bulge in his own trousers.

“Go on then.” Rimmer said in a deep husky voice.

Lister caught his breath, then looked up to Rimmer’s eyes to catch their meaning. Rimmer looked deeply at Lister then let his eyes drop back down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes.

“Oh, righ’” Lister breathed huskily. He rolled over onto his back and clumsily untied the string holding his shorts up. He pulled them down partially, revealing black under shorts beneath. He brushed his hand against the hardness within, but hesitated longer.

“Oh God, Don’t stop now.” Rimmer almost moaned.

“You first.” Lister was staring intently at Rimmer’s crotch; he glanced back up to Rimmer’s face and locked eyes with him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He let a smile slip onto his flushed face.

“So that’s the game, then?” Rimmer said with a straight expression on his face. His cheeks were bright pink by now in contrast to the pale white of his skin.

“Yeah.” Lister could feel his erection pulsate at the thought of Rimmer writhing in ecstasy. He tried not to examine his feelings too closely, but just live in the moment. His eyes darted down to the movement below. Rimmer’s hands were moving down to his crotch. He unzipped the holographic slacks to reveal neatly starched underpants beneath. Lister had seen this before, but what he really wanted was to see was what was underneath. Rimmer paused, waiting.

Lister glanced up to see Rimmer staring at his crotch. He tucked the thumb from his left hand under the waist of his under shorts and tugged. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed hold of his chocolate brown erection, pulling it out and exposing it to the watchful eyes of Rimmer. Lister leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he began stroking himself. He loved the feeling that Rimmer was watching him. He opened his eyes to see Rimmer shove his pristine white shorts down around his ankles along with his trousers. Lister felt himself tighten and almost cum at the sight of Rimmer. He was better hung than he could ever have imagined. It must have been at least eight inches, maybe more. He groaned as Rimmer began to stroke himself. Lister stopped, sat up, pulled his shorts and under shorts off and rolled to a kneeling position in front of Rimmer.

“Spread yer legs, Rimmah.” Lister breathed in almost a whisper. Rimmer locked eyes with Lister and complied. Lister kneeled between them and bracing himself with his left hand, he leaned over Rimmer and continued to stroke himself. Rimmer let his hand trail the contours of Lister’s naked arse with his left hand while the long fingers of his right hand caressed his balls and the heel of his hand gently rubbed the stalk of his enormous cock. He didn’t shut his eyes once. Rimmer watched Lister as he madly stroked himself. Rimmer tried to speak, but could barely manage a whisper.

“Oh God, Lister.” Rimmer muttered as he continued to stroke himself. “I wish…” He let the thought drop as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He opened them again and looked directly at Lister, watching every movement he made. He watched as Lister rubbed the underside of his own hard member. Rimmer did the same, enjoying the only sensation that he could feel; his own hand upon himself. This was a vague sensation at best. Nothing at all like when he was alive. Watching Lister Stroke himself to orgasm multiplied anything Rimmer felt, a thousand times over. He stroked himself, reveling in the sight of Lister’s expression of ecstasy. He breathed in the scent of lager mixed with something distinctly Lister. Normally the smell of beer did not ‘do it’ for Rimmer, but right now, it was the best smell in the world and even though he could hardly feel anything, he was so turned on, that he just may come for the first time in three million and two years. He moaned, as the mental stimulus was almost too much for him.

With Rimmer’s moan, Lister knew he couldn’t hold it for much longer. He groaned louder with each stroke, and finally coming to orgasm, he shouted “Rimmah!” Shooting his come all over Rimmer in front of him. It passed through him to splatter the sand beneath.

Rimmer shouted with Lister, feeling the throbbing of his cock as he experienced the best orgasm he’d experienced, dead or alive.

Lister collapsed in a heap on top of Rimmer, completely dispersing his light. He only rolled over when a disembodied voice said “Lister, if you please?”

Lister cracked open an eye. “Wha? Oh yeah…” He rolled over to Rimmer’s left side. Still in a drunken haze, Lister thought muddily how fantastic that was. He let his head flop to the side to grin stupidly at Rimmer. Rimmer had a similar expression on his face as he looked at Lister.

“I don’ want to forget this when we sober up” Lister said to Rimmer while holding eye contact.

Rimmer shook his head. “Nor do I, Listy”

They lay together on the sand in the shadow of the lawn chairs for what seemed like an eternity before Rimmer spoke up. “We really aught to get dressed before the Cat or Holly comes back."

Lister hesitated a moment before dusting the sand off of his rear and pulling on his shorts. “I wish too…” He said, still watching Rimmer.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

1:16PM

Title: Enemies with Benefits

Author: Dracosmef

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Smut, severely lacking in plot, smut, some grammar issues (but nothing too bad), more smut, a few typos and even more smut...

Disclaimer: Characters are owned by the fabulous Ms. Rowling. I will take very good care of them and then put them back just as I have found them.

Words: lots and lots... four parts in all.




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Friday, December 23, 2005

3:37PM

Data sat with Counselor Troi in her office. He was discussing his latest problem with her. She popped a chocolate into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“With my emotion chip now functioning within normal parameters, I have devised a list of things that I would like to experience.”

“Uh huh.” Deanna nodded

“I have experienced many of the items on my list, including consuming alcohol, which I had experienced previously, but is quite different with my emotion chip in place. I endeavored to become intoxicated, however, I found that very difficult as alcohol effects me differently than it does most humanoids. I have also experienced dreaming with my emotion chip activated. This proved to be an intense emotional experience, far more intense than I had anticipated. I have also…”

“Data,” Deanna gently interrupted. “What is it that you have yet to experience?”

“Sexual Relations.” Data said bluntly.

“I see.” Deanna said, impassively. “You have had sex… before your emotion chip was installed.”

“Yes, with Tasha Yar and then later with Ensign Jenna D’Sora”
“So you want to experience it with your emotion chip activated?”

“Yes.” Data seemed startled that she would have to ask.

“Data,” Deanna began carefully. “Sex between two people, as you know, can be… complicated. Why don’t you try the Holodeck?

“I have considered that, but I do not feel that it would give me an accurate experience.” Data said, “I am not interested in an emotional bond. I am looking for a One Night Stand.”

Deanna chuckled. “You want someone who has no interest in anything more than just the physical.”

“Yes, Counselor.”

“Data,” Deanna paused thoughtfully. “Where are you planning on finding such a mate?”

“Geordie and I will be visiting Reisa on leave soon.”

“That would be the place to find someone.” Deanna smiled. “It sounds to me
like you have it all planned out. What about Geordie? Does he know of your plans?”

“Geordie has said that he has similar plans.” Data relaxed his mouth into a half smile. “I have two questions for you, however.”

“Okay.” Deanna fell silent, waiting for the questions.

“First, how would I go about finding someone who wants to be intimate without breaking Taboo? And second, I am considering the possibility of mating with a male in order to experience the full spectrum of sexuality. How do I know for sure which males would be interested in such a pairing?”

Deanna tried to hide her surprise at the second question. “Well, Data, it’s a matter of…” She paused, thought through the matter, and then continued. “If I want to let someone know that I am interested, I flirt to send out the correct signals. Do you understand?”

“How do I know what the correct signals are?”

“Well, Data, you are in luck. There have been numerous studies done on human and humanoid behavior regarding flirting and courtship.” She picked up a PADD, typed a few lines and then handed it to Data. “Here are of a few of the best known studies. I suggest you read up on them and then spend some time in Ten Forward to observe some of these in action.”

“Thank you, Counselor.” Data smiled an artificial smile. He was still getting the hang of natural-looking smiles. Currently the only time he did look natural when smiling was when he found something genuinely amusing.

“Your welcome, Data.” Deanna looked thoughtfully at him. “As for your second question, you must tread more carefully. Although most races are open to homosexuality not all are, and some would be quite offended at the mere mention of it. Try watching for the same signals in men as you do in women.”

“I will study this extensively.” Data stood to leave.

“Oh and Data,” Deanna said. “I’m sure you are familiar of the mechanics of homosexual mating?”

“Yes, Counselor.” Data said in his usual blunt fashion. “Since Men do not have vaginas, it is generally performed either manually or via the…”

“It sounds like you have done your research.” Deanna cut him off, not wanting to hear the gory details.

Data left Counselor Troi’s office and headed straight back to his quarters where he spent the next hour reading everything there was to learn on the art of flirting. After that, he headed to Ten Forward where he ordered a drink from the bar and spent time watching people. By the time he left, he felt as if he was ready to try flirting for himself.

Data’s and Geordie’s leave started the next day. They took a shuttle to the planet of Reisa. Once there, they both checked into separate rooms in the hotel. Data spent exactly one half hour unpacking the few things he brought with him. Before he went out, he changed into a blue silk shirt as it best matched his skin tone and a pair of black trousers. He checked his reflection in the mirror, spending several minutes smoothing his hair and clothes. He then sprayed a bit of cologne before he left the room.

Once outside of his room, he found Geordie just leaving his room. They walked down to the restaurant together. They both headed for the bar. They found an empty table in the noisy dimly lit area, it was open air, but as it was night, the only lighting was the tea lights on the tables and a few strings of lights overhead.

Once seated, Geordie leaned over to talk to Data. “Will you look at her?” A beautiful dark skinned woman was talking with a friend and smiling over at Geordie.

“I believe she may be interested in you” Data observed.

“I can only hope.” Geordie said with a smile. He stood up, knocked Data on the shoulder and said, “You’re on your own… See you tomorrow.” Data watched as Geordie walked over to the woman, spoke with her a while then motioned to the waiter. The waiter brought them two drinks. Geordie raised his glass in salute to Data before he turned his full attention to the woman.

Data looked around at the variety of individuals in attendance. He noticed the blonde human first off who continued to flip her waist length hair at any male passer-by. Data decided against her, as there may be complications in the morning. She searched further. Many women were with a group of women or were clearly part of a couple. There was a sad eyed Andorian, with one of her antennae drooping into her drink. Data felt sorry for her and briefly wondered why she was so sad. There was also a group of what appeared to be Betazoid women giggling and talking. Data was reasonably certain that these women were Betazoid from their distinctive black eyes. He decided on a curly haired redhead. She seemed to be the most flirtatious out of them all. She was smiling the brightest and talking the loudest. From What Data could tell, she did not seem to be intoxicated, just outgoing. Choosing a Betazoid woman seemed the best bet, as she would be able to sense his emotions, read his mind and know his intentions. He motioned to the bar tender and asked to have a drink sent to the redheaded woman.

It was not long before she had joined Data with her drink. They began chatting. Data was careful to position his body facing her. He leaned into her when she spoke and made eye contact. He wore a soft smile and kept the conversation light.

After talking for just a few moments, Data learned that her name was Corsica. Data introduced himself as Commander Data. She seemed interested in what species he was. When Data told her that he was an android, she seemed very interested.

Corsica thought he looked vaguely familiar. When he said that he was an android, she knew why. She had seen his picture long ago when she first heard about an android serving on one of the ships in Starfleet. The thought of meeting this android and perhaps having a bit of fun with him was an exciting prospect, but that was nearly a decade ago and she had grown up considerably since then. Now, here he was, hitting on her. She couldn’t believe her luck! Then she remembered something else… no emotions.

“I’ve heard of you.” Corsica said. “I read about you in a journal once… I believe it said that you have no emotions. Is that correct?”

“Correction. That was correct.” Data said with a smile. “I have emotions now, due to an emotion chip left for me by my father.”

“Well, congratulations!” Corsica smiled a dazzling smile.

Data decided that she had a beautiful smile. It reminded him of a painting.
He was genuinely enjoying her company. She had an easy laugh also, which gave Data pleasure each time he heard it.

“Thank you,” Said Data “It is a relatively new experience, but I am enjoying it greatly.”

“I can tell.” Corsica said, looking deeply into his golden eyes. She had never expected him to be this handsome in person.
Data noticed Geordie leaving with the woman. He nodded as Geordie gave him a wink from across the room.

“A friend of yours?” Corsica asked.

“Yes.” Data answered

“Looks like he’s getting lucky tonight.” Corsica smirked, while looking directly at Data.

“Lucky?” Data paused. “Oh yes. Lucky as in…” He stopped himself before he went on.

“You are Betazoid, are you not?” Data inquired.

“Yes, I am” She couldn’t stop staring at him. She found herself quite attracted to this android. “The eyes?” She enquired with a chuckle. Her thoughts drifted back to eight years before. What would it be like?

Data took precisely 0.27 seconds to stare into her eyes before answering “Yes.” He paused for another 0.87 seconds before he continued. “We have a Betazoid counselor on our ship. Counselor…”

“Troi” Corsica finished for him. “Yes, I went to high school with her. I knew she was stationed on the same ship as the famous android.

“So you knew who I was when I introduced myself.”

“Yes and no.” Corsica supplied. “I knew who you were, but I did not recognize you immediately from the picture. I saw it years earlier.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You’re much more handsome in person.”

This comment gave Data a brief jolt as if he had been shocked. He felt a smile grace his mouth without consciously smiling. Quickly, he ran a diagnostic and found he was operating within normal parameters.

They continued their conversation, talking about everything from the weather to the enterprise. Data took special care to not remain on one topic too long or to overly explain any one thing.

Corsica was sipping her drink, but not drinking fast enough to get drunk. She was twirling a piece of her hair around her finger, which made Data notice her even more. And every time she took a drink, she let the glass pause just below her eyelevel, and then glance up at Data with a little smile.

Data came to the conclusion that this was a clear sign. He leaned closer to her and spoke in her ear over the loud music. “Would you like to walk on the beach?”
Corsica smiled that beautiful smile that made Data melt, * what causes me to react is such a way to a smile. I have seen thousands of smiles before. * and stood up. Data stood and followed her.

As they left the relative crowd of the restaurant for the open space of the beach, Data found himself with a new emotion. He had a hard time identifying it at first. Nervousness, he decided. He had felt this same emotion before when faced with Doctor Soran, but that was when he was in danger, and there was no danger now that he could detect. He felt her small hand slip into his large one… She was petite, even for a Betazoid, perhaps a bit smaller in stature than Counselor Troi. He could hear the waves crashing on the beach. As soon as they were out of sight distance, Corsica turned to face Data. This startled him momentarily as he did not know what she intended to do. Data quickly realized her intentions as she took a step into him, reached her right hand around his neck and let her left hand rest on the back of his head. She stood on her tippee toes, gently urging Data to lean down to her level. She let her eyes flutter shut as her lips brushed against his.
Data hesitantly returned the kiss. His positronic brain was on over load. ‘What if she wanted more than just one night?’ ‘Is this really a good idea’ ‘She is small… I do not want to damage her’

“I don’t want more than one night, this is a good idea and you won’t damage me,” Corsica whispered against Data’s mouth. “We’ve already established that I was a Betazoid.”

Data merely nodded, then continued the kiss.

Corsica gently ended the kiss, and dropped back onto her heels. “Now that we have that straightened out, my room or yours?”

“Which ever room makes you more comfortable.” Data hadn’t thought that it would be this easy.

“Don’t ever tell anyone I’m easy.” Corsica jokingly said as she took his hand and led him back to the hotel.

“I did not mean that,” Data began.

“I know what you meant. Just so you know, I came looking for a good time too, but I’m not usually that kind of girl.”

“Neither am I.” Data said, then added. “Man… I am not a girl.”

“Really?” Corsica flirted. “I think I’ll have to check that to be sure.”

Data looked at her, surprised. “I am not lying.”

“That was a joke.” She said, still smiling.

“Ah…” Data thought about it for a moment then broke into a genuine smile. He chuckled quietly. “I get it.”

“I do have one question though” Corsica glanced up at Data. “You chose me because
I am Betazoid and there for I would know your intentions.”

Data nodded, embarrassment rising in him. He took a moment to analyze this new emotion. He decided that he had not intended for her to know why he had chosen her. She, however, did not seem distressed, so Data relaxed.

“But, all of my friends are Betazoid too.” She smiled coyly. “Why did you choose me, rather than one of them”?

Data spent no time in answering. “You are much more beautiful than they are. I like your hair.”

“An android with a fondness for redheads…” She stood on her tippee toes again and kissed his cheek. “You know that Red hair is rare on Betazed. My great grandmother was human.”

They had reached the hotel and were at her door. Corsica had her key card out and swished it in front of the sensor. She did this three more times before the lock clicked and she entered, with Data following behind her. The bed was neatly made and there was a small wrapped treat on her pillow. Data knew that this was not chocolate, but a confection made only on Reisa. She removed it and dropped it on her nightstand.

“Will your friends miss you?” Data inquired.

“They came for the same reason I did.” Corsica smiled.

“Oh.” Data thought about that for a moment. “And are all of them ‘not that kind of girl’ as well?”

Corsica chuckled “What happens on Reisa, stays on Reisa… What about your friend?”

Data paused, smiled, then said, “He is ‘getting lucky’”

This caused Corsica to laugh out loud.

Data stood in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do. He had made love before and he had had sex with Tasha. He had not initiated either of the encounters. He stood rooted to the spot. Corsica came around the bed to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him to lean down to her level again. She kissed him deeply, letting her mouth fall open. When he did not follow suit, she pulled back.

“You haven’t done much before have you?”

“I have made love twice before and had sex once.” Data stated bluntly.

“Made love and had sex…” Corsica said with a smirk. “Did you enjoy either of them?”

“I did not have emotions during either encounter, so I did not have the full experience, however, it was physically pleasing.”

“Physically pleasing.” She repeated, her grin spreading “I don’t think you’ve experienced ‘physically pleasing’ yet.”

A confused expression crossed Data’s face. He was about to explain what he meant when Corsica nimbly leapt into Data’s arms, straddling his waist. She passionately kissed him, stifling anything he was about to say.

Data easily caught her and held her. He felt her warm mouth press against his; he felt her wet tongue slide across his lips. He let his mouth fall open only to have her tongue slide into his mouth. He had never experienced anything like this. The closest he had come was Tasha, but Tasha wasn’t much of a kisser… more of a biter and a screamer.

He found it harder and harder to think of anything except the sensations flowing through his body. He felt his erection grow. He did not have to activate his sexual program at all… it seemed to have activated itself. He wondered if he was malfunctioning, but somehow did not care if he short-circuited right this minute. He held Corsica tighter as her mess of long red curly hair fell over his face. He loved the feeling of soft curls sliding along his skin. Data was holding her hips to his with both hands.

Her skirt was hiked up around her waist by now and her legs were wrapped tightly around his torso, crushing his erection into the warm soft spot between her legs. He was painfully aware of the small amount of fabric that was blocking him access. He let his tongue move around her mouth. He tasted her in a way he had never tasted anything before. It was incredible. He had never expected saliva to taste this good. He could detect the faint taste of fruit left from the drinks she had consumed, mixed with the distinct taste of alcohol. He moved over to the bed and laid her back, kneeling in front of her. Suddenly, he did not know what to do. There she was, looking flushed and erotic and all Data wanted to do was penetrate her, but he knew that he should wait and do something before this. He accessed everything he had downloaded on sex. He refrained from saying, “accessing” but before he could implement anything he had just accessed he felt hands roughly pulling at his shirt. This action seemed to have erased his hard drive. He could not think of a single thing except the feeling of those small perfect hands rubbing all over his chest.

Corsica wanted nothing more than to take this incredible yellow skinned man right now. She roughly pulled at his shirt, unbuttoning it, and began running her hands all across his smooth chest. She wondered if he had hair lower. She leaned forward and began licking at his chest, while letting her hands snake their way around his neck. She pulled Data down further on top of her. She lay underneath, straddling him. Licking, kissing and nipping her way up to Data’s ear, she whispered, “I want to fuck you.”

Data felt a thrill run down his spine at those words. His erection began to throb almost painfully. He was surprised to hear that his breath had become erratic. He chose to ignore this as he leaned down over Corsica and kissed her gently on the neck, letting his tongue drag gently down to the top of her blouse. He used his teeth to unbutton each button. He was using his hands to unbutton his trousers. He absently noticed that Corsica was assisting him in pulling them down. His erection broke free of the trousers as Corsica pushed them down further.
“Commando” She breathed with a chuckle.

Data paused momentarily, then smiled. “Yes… no undergarment.”

Data had kicked off his shoes, trousers and socks and was ready to perform the action she had requested when Corsica began pushing gently on his chest. He looked at her in confusion. “What?” he asked

“Roll over. I want to be on top.” Corsica said in a husky voice.

Data had never had it like this before. He was intrigued. He rolled over onto his back, lying still. Suddenly, he felt the overwhelming urge to touch himself. This is an urge he had never had before. He let his hand stray to his penis. He was so rock hard, he felt like it may explode any moment. Gently he started stroking himself, letting his hand slide up and down his impressive length. He looked over and saw with pleasure that Corsica was completely naked and was touching herself as well. He didn’t know if he could wait much longer… wait… wait for what? He had never had an orgasm before… the prospect of experiencing one made his heart race. Data felt himself twitch. He stopped masturbating and reached for Corsica, who leaned forward and kissed Data on the mouth. She gently bit at his lower lip then moved down to his chin. She noticed that there was a small amount of stubble. Briefly, she wondered if he had to shave, or if he could stop it from growing if he wanted. She licked her way down his hairless chest, pausing to lick at his nipples. She was pleased to hear a groan escape from Data.

Data could not believe the sensations he was feeling, mixed with the emotion of pure unbridled lust. The he let out a groan as she licked at his nipple. He had no idea that it would feel so good. He let his left hand stray to her soft curls and wound his fingers in them. Even this small action was sensuous. He let his hand move through her hair reflexively in time to her ministrations. He could not help but moan softly to each new touch.

Corsica made her way down to Data’s groin, noting with pleasure that there was, in fact, hair; Just the right amount… not too much, but just enough to be manly. Corsica stopped touching him and waited with an evil grin. She was rewarded with a pleading noise coming from Data. She leaned forward and positioned her mouth just over his twitching cock. She let her pink tongue dart out and lick the very tip, then she withdrew. She was rewarded by a groan. She felt Data’s hand moving reflexively through her hair as she glanced up to meet those golden eyes. She loved the feel of his touch and the intensity of his stare. It felt so good and it made her so wet. She, however, wanted to make this last a little longer before she took him for the ride of his life.

“Beg for me.” She whispered

This took a moment to sink in though the murkiness. “Please” he managed to say. His voice simulator must have been malfunctioning as well because he had to move his mouth for 0.15 seconds before any sound came out. “Please” he said again. “I want you.” He managed and was rewarded with the most incredible sensation yet.
Corsica let his cock slide into her mouth as she began to suck on it like a lollypop. She slid her tongue up and down the underside of his uncircumcised member. This produced a shout from Data.

Data let his hips move up and down as he groaned louder. He wanted to release, but waited, savoring the sensation of her sucking and licking and biting. The biting hurt a little, but ultimately caused him to become more aroused. Then, all at once, it stopped. Data let out a sort of whimpering sound. “Please?” He said again.

“How many times can you cum?” Corsica asked in her husky voice.

Data attempted to slow his breathing. “You are speaking of an orgasm... I have not experienced that before.”

“Never?” Corsica was shocked. “Not even when you’re alone?”

“I have never masturbated before tonight.” Data responded.

“You’re like a freaking monk.” She said with disbelief in her voice.

“I did not have the urge before.” Data said.

“I guess well have to find out, then won’t we.”

“Yes, please.” Data whispered as Corsica straddled him and slowly impaled herself on his rock-hard erection. Data let out an explosive gasp.

She let out a soft groan as he entered her.

Data knew this sensation, but it had never been this intense before. He felt as if his body had begun to move on it’s own, as if every part of his body was connected to one point and reacted to a single touch. His breathing became more ragged as he moved his hips to the gentle movement of Corsica on top of him. Corsica began to move her entire body in a rhythmic motion, allowing herself to slide up and down his cock, in and out. She moaned each time he re-entered her. He groaned each time he felt his penis contact with her cervix. Each time, he wanted to release, but waited. He reached up and let his hand gently stroke her soft breast, while the other hand drew her head down to his. He kissed her passionately, letting his tongue explore her mouth, savoring the sensation of the kissing and the screwing and the touching. He had never in his entire life felt anything as intense as this. He let his mouth explore her chin, then her neck and then down to her breast.

She let out a gasp as he took her hard nipple into his mouth. The sound of her thrilled him beyond comprehension. He flexed once, feeling a sensation rising in him that was totally alien. Data equated it with his circuits overloading, which they may well have been.

Corsica began to moan louder, muttering incomprehensible words as she moved faster and faster in time to her climax.

Data felt her flex again and again as she climaxed over and over. Data continued to move in the rhythmic motion that was giving her so much pleasure. He loved pleasuring a woman in such a way. He had never thought that he would be so pleasing. With one final gasp, Corsica slowed her movements back to a gentle rocking motion.

“You’re amazing.” She managed to say.

“As are you.” Data muttered with his eyes half closed. He reached up and felt the curve of her perfect breasts and allowed his thumbs to run gently over the erect nipples. This produced a gasp from her. Data felt a smile slide onto his lips. He decided to take charge of things. Reaching up and pulling Corsica tight, he sat up and, without breaking their connection, he rolled over on top of her. He gently began to thrust in and out of her, loving the wet, slick sensation of her excitement. He felt himself building; he felt the overload coming as if electricity were in the room, ready to strike. He roughly thrust into her once, twice, three times as he came explosively. He heard a shout in the room then realized that it had come from him. He could feel ever circuit in his body firing at once, leaving him short of breath… not that he needed to breath, but it was something that he had become accustom to, so now was no different. It seemed that sexual activity interrupted all of his other programming including his neural net. It allowed for only one thought… “More, now”

Corsica was now pushing Data off of her with a smirk on her face. Data gave her an inquiring look.

“Another position.” Corsica said breathlessly

Corsica climbed off of the bed, pulling Data with her. She stood at the foot of the bed, with her legs spread and her hands resting lightly on the mattress, exposing her round pink ass. “Take me from behind, Data.”

Data had seen this in the files he had downloaded for study, but had never put it into practical application. He positioned himself behind her, placing his left hand on her back; he gently pushed her down further, exposing her vagina from behind. Holding his erection with his left hand, he gently moved to penetrate her. He had a hard time of it, due to the height difference; He tried again before giving up. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her to the floor. He set her in the all-fours position then knelt behind her, spreading his legs slightly. He again placed his left hand on her back, pushing her down slightly. This time when her vagina was exposed, he was able to penetrate her easily. She was still slick with cum, and Data slid into her. This was intense in a different way. He could feel her body from a different angle, one that caused him to want to ejaculate immediately. He thrust deeply into her causing her to groan loudly.
Data stopped long enough to ask if he had hurt her in any way.

“No!” She almost sobbed. “Please, take me now.”

Data almost shot off right then and there. He had no idea how arousing it was to have someone beg you for sex. He thrust deeply into her again, holding onto her hips and pulling them back to him each time he thrust. He pounded her, causing her to almost scream with pleasure. He rode her, relishing the sounds that this produced from her. Each time he pushed into her, she made a new noise. He wanted to keep this up all night long. He held back his own orgasm, letting it build to new heights. He leaned over her back, pressing his torso against her back, and let his hands find her perfect round breasts. He continued to push deeply into her and pull out slowly, then push into her again as he let his fingers run over the smooth, soft, round flesh of her breasts. Then teased the nipples as he continued to slowly ride her, causing her to moan louder. He followed the contour of her body with his hand until he reached her clitoris. He began to gently massage it while he continued to pull out of her and slide back in. Her breathing became more erratic until she stopped breathing all together. Data was momentarily worried until she let out an explosive groan as she climaxed. “Don’t stop.” She managed to sob. Data continued to massage her clitoris until she was finished. He continued to bore into her after she had climaxed. Her breathing returned to relative normal, but she still moaned softly each time he pushed into her.

Data suddenly felt her hand slip between his legs and begin to fondle his testicles. He groaned loudly as this new sensation washed over him. This was too much to take. He sat up, and began to ride her furiously, pounding her, with each thrust bringing him closer to climax. She was still rolling his testicles around in her fingers when he felt himself release. He thrust once more as his dick pulsed with climax. He nearly collapsed on top of her. He did not let himself completely fall, as he knew he would crush her with his weight. He held himself up with his hands on the soft carpet below and let his face rest on her back. He could hear her panting and feel her thundering heartbeat. He was still inside of her, Data thought muzzily. This felt good. “This must be afterglow,” he thought to himself. He slowly withdrew his shrinking member and stood up, taking Corsica’s hand as he made his way to the bed. He noticed all of his systems returning to normal now that the sexual program was shutting down. He wondered if the program would be on automatic from now on. This worried him somewhat. What If he saw someone that he found attractive? Would the program initiate at an inopportune time? This is something that he would have to ask Counselor Troi when he returned to the Enterprise. Data found himself wondering something else, did he ejaculate when he came or if it was merely the physical sensation that his father had given him when he built him. And if he did ejaculate, was it harmful to organic life. He reasoned that it probably wasn’t harmful. Data withdrew and noticed a white substance leaking out of his own softening cock. He reasoned that he had ejaculated. He briefly wondered why his father had built him with that ability if there was no organic life imbedded in it.

Together they lay on the bed, Corsica resting her head in the crook of his arm. They talked briefly before Corsica fell asleep. Data pulled the covers up over them and initiated his dream program.

When Data awoke early in the morning, Corsica was still sleeping, but she had rolled over onto her side. Data rose, collected his clothes, got dressed and prepared to leave. He paused, wondering what the correct protocol was for sneaking out after sleeping with someone he hardly knew. While he was contemplating this, he heard a soft noise from the bed. Corsica was awake and looking at him.

“Maybe we can do this again some time.” She smiled. “You know, if we’re ever on Reisa at the same time again.”

“How long are you staying?” Data inquired.

“My shuttle leaves today” She said. “Have to be back to work tomorrow.”

“Last night was… stimulating.” Data said awkwardly.

“Hell of a lot more than stimulating.” She laughed out loud

“Thank you for the experience.” Data said

“The pleasure was all mine.” She smiled. “Hey if you’re ever on Betazed looking for a roll in the hay, look me up. I’m an engineer. My last name is Adara.

“I will remember that.” Data said, Then turned to leave.

As he walked out of the room, he turned to find himself nose to nose with Geordie who was coming out of the room next door. Data looked surprised then slightly embarrassed as last night’s activities returned to his mind. “You were next door all night?”

Geordie looked just as surprised as Data. “Yeah… so, that was you next door. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I did not either.” Data said with a sheepish grin.

“She must have been something else.” Geordie joked

“She is a Betazoid.”

“Oh! Betazoid!” Geordie threw his head back and laughed. “They’re the wild one’s you know.”

“So I have learned.” Data laughed.

“We still have two more days…”

“That we do.” Data smiled as they headed back to their rooms to shower and change. Data was looking forward to what opportunities lay ahead of him in the days to come.



End

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

3:02PM - Data Hetslash!! Whoo hoo!

Data sat with Counselor Troi in her office. He was discussing his latest problem with her. She popped a chocolate into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“With my emotion chip now functioning within normal parameters, I have devised a list of things that I would like to experience.”

“Uh huh.” Deanna nodded

“I have experienced many of the items on my list, including consuming alcohol, which I had experienced previously, but is quite different with my emotion chip in place. I endeavored to become intoxicated, however, I found that very difficult as alcohol effects me differently than it does most humanoids. I have also experienced dreaming with my emotion chip activated. This proved to be an intense emotional experience, far more intense than I had anticipated. I have also…”

“Data,” Deanna gently interrupted. “What is it that you have yet to experience?”

“Sexual Relations.” Data said bluntly.

“I see.” Deanna said, impassively. “You have had sex… before your emotion chip was installed.”

“Yes, with Tasha Yar and then later with Ensign Jenna D’Sora”

“So you want to experience it with your emotion chip activated?”

“Yes.” Data seemed startled that she would have to ask.

“Data,” Deanna began carefully. “Sex between two people, as you know, can be… complicated. Why don’t you try the Holodeck?

“I have considered that, but I do not feel that it would give me an accurate experience.” Data said, “I am not interested in an emotional bond. I am looking for a One Night Stand.”

Deanna chuckled. “You want someone who has no interest in anything more than just the physical.”

“Yes, Counselor.”

“Data,” Deanna paused thoughtfully. “Where are you planning on finding such a mate?”

“Geordie and I will be visiting Reisa on leave soon.”

“That would be the place to find someone.” Deanna smiled. “It sounds to me like you have it all planned out. What about Geordie? Does he know of your plans?”

“Geordie has said that he has similar plans.” Data relaxed his mouth into a half smile. “I have two questions for you, however.”

“Okay.” Deanna fell silent, waiting for the questions.

“First, how would I go about finding someone who wants to be intimate without breaking Taboo? And second, I am considering the possibility of mating with a male in order to experience the full spectrum of sexuality. How do I know for sure which males would be interested in such a pairing?”

Deanna tried to hide her surprise at the second question. “Well, Data, it’s a matter of…” She paused, thought through the matter, and then continued. “If I want to let someone know that I am interested, I flirt to send out the correct signals. Do you understand?”

“How do I know what the correct signals are?”

“Well, Data, you are in luck. There have been numerous studies done on human and humanoid behavior regarding flirting and courtship.” She picked up a PADD, typed a few lines and then handed it to Data. “Here are of a few of the best known studies. I suggest you read up on them and then spend some time in Ten Forward to observe some of these in action.”

“Thank you, Counselor.” Data smiled an artificial smile. He was still getting the hang of natural-looking smiles. Currently the only time he did look natural when smiling was when he found something genuinely amusing.

“Your welcome, Data.” Deanna looked thoughtfully at him. “As for your second question, you must tread more carefully. Although most races are open to homosexuality not all are, and some would be quite offended at the mere mention of it. Try watching for the same signals in men as you do in women.”

“I will study this extensively.” Data stood to leave.

“Oh and Data,” Deanna said. “I’m sure you are familiar of the mechanics of homosexual mating?”

“Yes, Counselor.” Data said in his usual blunt fashion. “Since Men do not have vaginas, it is
generally performed either manually or via the…”

“It sounds like you have done your research.” Deanna cut him off, not wanting to hear the gory details.

Data left Counselor Troi’s office and headed straight back to his quarters where he spent the next hour reading everything there was to learn on the art of flirting. After that, he headed to Ten Forward where he ordered a drink from the bar and spent time watching people. By the time he left, he felt as if he was ready to try flirting for himself.

Data’s and Geordie’s leave started the next day. They took a shuttle to the planet of Reisa. Once there, they both checked into separate rooms in the hotel. Data spent exactly one half hour unpacking the few things he brought with him. Before he went out, he changed into a blue silk shirt as it best matched his skin tone and a pair of black trousers. He checked his reflection in the mirror, spending several minutes smoothing his hair and clothes. He then sprayed a bit of cologne before he left the room.

Once outside of his room, he found Geordie just leaving his room. They walked down to the restaurant together. They both headed for the bar. They found an empty table in the noisy dimly lit area, it was open air, but as it was night, the only lighting was the tea lights on the tables and a few strings of lights overhead.

Once seated, Geordie leaned over to talk to Data. “Will you look at her?” A beautiful dark skinned woman was talking with a friend and smiling over at Geordie.

“I believe she may be interested in you” Data observed.

“I can only hope.” Geordie said with a smile. He stood up, knocked Data on the shoulder and said, “You’re on your own… See you tomorrow.” Data watched as Geordie walked over to the woman, spoke with her a while then motioned to the waiter. The waiter brought them two drinks. Geordie raised his glass in salute to Data before he turned his full attention to the woman.

Data looked around at the variety of individuals in attendance. He noticed the blonde human first off who continued to flip her waist length hair at any male passer-by. Data decided against her, as there may be complications in the morning. He searched further. Many women were with a group of women or were clearly part of a couple. There was a sad eyed Andorian, with one of her antennae drooping into her drink. Data felt sorry for her and briefly wondered why she was so sad. There was also a group of what appeared to be Betazoid women giggling and talking. Data was reasonably certain that these women were Betazoid from their distinctive black eyes. He decided on a curly haired redhead. She seemed to be the most flirtatious out of them all. She was smiling the brightest and talking the loudest. From What Data could tell, she did not seem to be intoxicated, just outgoing. Choosing a Betazoid woman seemed the best bet, as she would be able to sense his emotions, read his mind and know his intentions. He motioned to the bar tender and asked to have a drink sent to the redheaded woman.

It was not long before she had joined Data with her drink. They began chatting. Data was careful to position his body facing her. He leaned into her when she spoke and made eye contact. He wore a soft smile and kept the conversation light.

After talking for just a few moments, Data learned that her name was Corsica. Data introduced himself as Commander Data. She seemed interested in what species he was. When Data told her that he was an android, she seemed very interested.

Corsica thought he looked vaguely familiar. When he said that he was an android, she knew why. She had seen his picture long ago when she first heard about an android serving on one of the ships in Starfleet. The thought of meeting this android and perhaps having a bit of fun with him was an exciting prospect, but that was nearly a decade ago and she had grown up considerably since then. Now, here he was, hitting on her. She couldn’t believe her luck! Then she remembered something else… no emotions.

“I’ve heard of you.” Corsica said. “I read about you in a journal once… I believe it said that you have no emotions. Is that correct?”

“Correction. That was correct.” Data said with a smile. “I have emotions now, due to an emotion chip left for me by my father.”

“Well, congratulations!” Corsica smiled a dazzling smile.

Data decided that she had a beautiful smile. It reminded him of a painting.

He was genuinely enjoying her company. She had an easy laugh also, which gave Data pleasure each time he heard it.

“Thank you,” Said Data “It is a relatively new experience, but I am enjoying it greatly.”

“I can tell.” Corsica said, looking deeply into his golden eyes. She had never expected him to be this handsome in person.

Data noticed Geordie leaving with the woman. He nodded as Geordie gave him a wink from across the room.

“A friend of yours?” Corsica asked.

“Yes.” Data answered

“Looks like he’s getting lucky tonight.” Corsica smirked, while looking directly at Data.

“Lucky?” Data paused. “Oh yes. Lucky as in…” He stopped himself before he went on. “You are Betazoid, are you not?” Data inquired.

“Yes, I am” She couldn’t stop staring at him. She found herself quite attracted to this android. “The eyes?” She enquired with a chuckle. Her thoughts drifted back to eight years before. What would it be like?

Data took precisely 0.27 seconds to stare into her eyes before answering “Yes.” He paused for another 0.87 seconds before he continued. “We have a Betazoid counselor on our ship. Counselor…”

“Troi” Corsica finished for him. “Yes, I went to high school with her. I knew she was stationed on the same ship as the famous android."

“So you knew who I was when I introduced myself.”

“Yes and no.” Corsica supplied. “I knew who you were, but I did not recognize you immediately from the picture. I saw it years earlier.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You’re much more handsome in person.”

This comment gave Data a brief jolt as if he had been shocked. He felt a smile grace his mouth without consciously smiling. Quickly, he ran a diagnostic and found he was operating within normal parameters.
They continued their conversation, talking about everything from the weather to the enterprise. Data took special care to not remain on one topic too long or to overly explain any one thing.

Corsica was sipping her drink, but not drinking fast enough to get drunk. She was twirling a piece of her hair around her finger, which made Data notice her even more. And every time she took a drink, she let the glass pause just below her eyelevel, and then glance up at Data with a little smile.
Data came to the conclusion that this was a clear sign. He leaned closer to her and spoke in her ear over the loud music. “Would you like to walk on the beach?”

Corsica smiled that beautiful smile that made Data melt, and stood up. * What causes me to react in such a way to a smile? I have seen thousands of smiles before and never reacted this way. * Data stood and followed her.

As they left the relative crowd of the restaurant for the open space of the beach, Data found himself with a new emotion. He had a hard time identifying it at first. Nervousness, he decided. He had felt this same emotion before when faced with Doctor Soran, but that was when he was in danger, and there was no danger now that he could detect. He felt her small hand slip into his large one… She was petite, even for a Betazoid, perhaps a bit smaller in stature than Counselor Troi. He could hear the waves crashing on the beach. As soon as they were out of sight distance, Corsica turned to face Data. This startled him momentarily as he did not know what she intended to do. Data quickly realized her intentions as she took a step into him, reached her right hand around his neck and let her left hand rest on the back of his head. She stood on her tippee toes, gently urging Data to lean down to her level. She let her eyes flutter shut as her lips brushed against his.

Data hesitantly returned the kiss. His positronic brain was on over load. ‘What if she wanted more than just one night?’ ‘Is this really a good idea’ ‘She is small… I do not want to damage her’

“I don’t want more than one night, this is a good idea and you won’t damage me,” Corsica whispered against Data’s mouth. “We’ve already established that I was a Betazoid.” She smiled softly

Data merely nodded, then continued the kiss.

Corsica gently ended the kiss, and dropped back onto her heels. “Now that we have that straightened out, my room or yours?”

“Which ever room makes you more comfortable.” Data hadn’t thought that it would be this easy.

“Don’t ever tell anyone I’m easy.” Corsica jokingly said as she took his hand and led him back to the hotel.

“I did not mean that,” Data began.

“I know what you meant. Just so you know, I came looking for a good time too, but I’m not usually that kind of girl.”

“Neither am I.” Data said, then added. “Man… I am not a girl.”

“Really?” Corsica flirted. “I think I’ll have to check that to be sure.”

Data looked at her, surprised. “I am not lying.”

“That was a joke.” She said, still smiling.

“Ah…” Data thought about it for a moment then broke into a genuine smile. He chuckled quietly. “I get it.”

“I do have one question though” Corsica glanced up at Data. “You chose me because I am Betazoid and there for I would know your intentions.”

Data nodded, embarrassment rising in him. He took a moment to analyze this new emotion. He decided that he had not intended for her to know why he had chosen her. She, however, did not seem distressed, so Data relaxed.

“But, all of my friends are Betazoid too.” She smiled coyly. “Why did you choose me, rather than one of them”?

Data spent no time in answering. “You are much more beautiful than they are. I like your hair.”

“An android with a fondness for redheads…” She stood on her tippee toes again and kissed his cheek. “You
know that Red hair is rare on Betazed. My great grandmother was human.”

They had reached the hotel and were at her door. Corsica had her key card out and swished it in front of the sensor. She did this three more times before the lock clicked and she entered, with Data following behind her. The bed was neatly made and there was a small wrapped treat on her pillow. Data knew that this was not chocolate, but a confection made only on Reisa. She removed it and dropped it on her nightstand.

“Will your friends miss you?” Data inquired.

“They came for the same reason I did.” Corsica smiled.

“Oh.” Data thought about that for a moment. “And are all of them ‘not that kind of girl’ as well?”

Corsica chuckled “What happens on Reisa, stays on Reisa… What about your friend?”

Data paused, smiled, then said, “He is ‘getting lucky’”

This caused Corsica to laugh out loud.

Data stood in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do. He had made love before and he had had sex with Tasha. He had not initiated either of the encounters. He stood rooted to the spot. Corsica came around the bed to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him to lean down to her level again. She kissed him deeply, letting her mouth fall open. When he did not follow suit, she pulled back.
“You haven’t done much before have you?”

“I have made love twice before and had sex once.” Data stated bluntly.

“Made love and had sex…” Corsica said with a smirk. “Did you enjoy either of them?”

“I did not have emotions during either encounter, so I did not have the full experience, however, it was physically pleasing.”

“Physically pleasing.” She repeated, her grin spreading “I don’t think you’ve experienced ‘physically pleasing’ yet.”

A confused expression crossed Data’s face. He was about to explain what he meant when Corsica nimbly leapt into Data’s arms, straddling his waist. She passionately kissed him, stifling anything he was about to say.

Data easily caught her and held her. He felt her warm mouth press against his; he felt her wet tongue slide across his lips. He let his mouth fall open only to have her tongue slide into his mouth. He had never experienced anything like this. The closest he had come was Tasha, but Tasha wasn’t much of a kisser… more of a biter and a screamer. He found it harder and harder to think of anything except the sensations flowing through his body. He felt his erection grow. He did not have to activate his sexual program at all… it seemed to have activated itself. He wondered if he was malfunctioning, but somehow did not care if he short-circuited right this minute. He held Corsica tighter as her mess of long red curly hair fell over his face. He loved the feeling of soft curls sliding along his skin. Data was holding her hips to his with both hands. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist by now and her legs were wrapped tightly around his torso, crushing his erection into the warm soft spot between her legs. He was painfully aware of the small amount of fabric that was blocking him access. He let his tongue move around her mouth. He tasted her in a way he had never tasted anything before. It was incredible. He had never expected saliva to taste this good. He could detect the faint taste of fruit left from the drinks she had consumed, mixed with the distinct taste of alcohol. He moved over to the bed and laid her back, kneeling in front of her. Suddenly, he did not know what to do. There she was, looking flushed and erotic and all Data wanted to do was penetrate her, but he knew that he should wait and do something before this. He accessed everything he had downloaded on sex. He refrained from saying, “accessing” but before he could implement anything he had just accessed he felt hands roughly pulling at his shirt. This action seemed to have erased his hard drive. He could not think of a single thing except the feeling of those small perfect hands rubbing all over his chest.

Corsica wanted nothing more than to take this incredible yellow skinned man right now. She roughly pulled at his shirt, unbuttoning it, and began running her hands all across his smooth chest. She wondered if he had hair lower. She leaned forward and began licking at his chest, while letting her hands snake their way around his neck. She pulled Data down further on top of her. She lay underneath, straddling him. Licking, kissing and nipping her way up to Data’s ear, she whispered, “I want to fuck you.”

Data felt a thrill run down his spine at those words. His erection began to throb almost painfully. He was surprised to hear that his breath had become erratic. He chose to ignore this as he leaned down over Corsica and kissed her gently on the neck, letting his tongue drag gently down to the top of her blouse. He used his teeth to unbutton each button. He was using his hands to unbutton his trousers. He absently noticed that Corsica was assisting him in pulling them down. His erection broke free of the trousers as Corsica pushed them down further.

“Commando” She breathed with a chuckle.

Data paused momentarily, then smiled. “Yes… no undergarment.”

Data had kicked off his shoes, trousers and socks and was ready to perform the action she had requested when Corsica began pushing gently on his chest. He looked at her in confusion. “What?” he asked

“Roll over. I want to be on top.” Corsica said in a husky voice.

Data had never had it like this before. He was intrigued. He rolled over onto his back, lying still. Suddenly, he felt the overwhelming urge to touch himself. This is an urge he had never had before. He let his hand stray to his penis. He was so rock hard, he felt like it may explode any moment. Gently he started stroking himself, letting his hand slide up and down his impressive length. He looked over and saw with pleasure that Corsica was completely naked and was touching herself as well. He didn’t know if he could wait much longer… wait… wait for what? He had never had an orgasm before… the prospect of experiencing one made his heart race. Data felt himself twitch. He stopped masturbating and reached for Corsica, who leaned forward and kissed Data on the mouth. She gently bit at his lower lip then moved down to his chin. She noticed that there was a small amount of stubble. Briefly, she wondered if he had to shave, or if he could stop it from growing if he wanted. She licked her way down his hairless chest, pausing to lick at his nipples. She was pleased to hear a groan escape from Data.

Data could not believe the sensations he was feeling, mixed with the emotion of pure unbridled lust. The he let out a groan as she licked at his nipple. He had no idea that it would feel so good. He let his left hand stray to her soft curls and wound his fingers in them. Even this small action was sensuous. He let his hand move through her hair reflexively in time to her ministrations. He could not help but moan softly to each new touch.

Corsica made her way down to Data’s groin, noting with pleasure that there was, in fact, hair; Just the right amount… not too much, but just enough to be manly. Corsica stopped touching him and waited with an evil grin. She was rewarded with a pleading noise coming from Data. She leaned forward and positioned her mouth just over his twitching cock. She let her pink tongue dart out and lick the very tip, then she withdrew. She was rewarded by a groan. She felt Data’s hand moving reflexively through her hair as she glanced up to meet those golden eyes. She loved the feel of his touch and the intensity of his stare. It felt so good and it made her so wet. She, however, wanted to make this last a little longer before she took him for the ride of his life.

“Beg for me.” She whispered

This took a moment to sink in though the murkiness. “Please” he managed to say. His voice simulator must have been malfunctioning as well because he had to move his mouth for 0.15 seconds before any sound came out. “Please” he said again. “I want you.” He managed and was rewarded with the most incredible sensation yet.

Corsica let his cock slide into her mouth as she began to suck on it like a lollypop. She slid her tongue up and down the underside of his uncircumcised member. This produced a shout from Data.

Data let his hips move up and down as he groaned louder. He wanted to release, but waited, savoring the sensation of her sucking and licking and biting. The biting hurt a little, but ultimately caused him to become more aroused. Then, all at once, it stopped. Data let out a sort of whimpering sound. “Please?” He said again.

“How many times can you cum?” Corsica asked in her husky voice.

Data attempted to slow his breathing. “I have not experienced that before.”

“Never?” Corsica was shocked. “Not even when you’re alone?”

“I have never masturbated before tonight.” Data responded.

“You’re like a freaking monk.” She said with disbelief in her voice.

“I did not have the urge before.” Data said.

“I guess well have to find out, then won’t we.”

“Yes, please.” Data whispered as Corsica straddled him and slowly impaled herself on his rock-hard erection. Data let out an explosive gasp.

She let out a soft groan as he entered her.

Data knew this sensation, but it had never been this intense before. He felt as if his body had begun to move on it’s own, as if every part of his body was connected to one point and reacted to a single touch. His breathing became more ragged as he moved his hips to the gentle movement of Corsica on top of him. Corsica began to move her entire body in a rhythmic motion, allowing herself to slide up and down his cock, in and out. She moaned each time he re-entered her. He groaned each time he felt his penis contact with her cervix. Each time, he wanted to release, but waited. He reached up and let his hand gently stroke her soft breast, while the other hand drew her head down to his. He kissed her passionately, letting his tongue explore her mouth, savoring the sensation of the kissing and the screwing and the touching. He had never in his entire life felt anything as intense as this. He let his mouth explore her chin, then her neck and then down to her breast. She let out a gasp as he took her hard nipple into his mouth. The sound of her thrilled him beyond comprehension. He flexed once, feeling a sensation rising in him that was totally alien. Data equated it with his circuits overloading, which they may well have been. Corsica began to moan louder, muttering incomprehensible words as she moved faster and faster in time to her climax. Data felt her flex again and again as she climaxed over and over. Data continued to move in the rhythmic motion that was giving her so much pleasure. He loved pleasuring a woman in such a way. He had never thought that he would be so pleasing. With one final gasp, Corsica slowed her movements back to a gentle rocking motion.

“You’re amazing.” She managed to say.

“As are you.” Data muttered with his eyes half closed. He reached up and felt the curve of her perfect breasts and allowed his thumbs to run gently over the erect nipples. This produced a gasp from her. Data felt a smile slide onto his lips. He decided to take charge of things. Reaching up and pulling Corsica tight, he sat up and, without breaking their connection, he rolled over on top of her. He gently began to thrust in and out of her, loving the wet, slick sensation of her excitement. He felt himself building; he felt the overload coming as if electricity were in the room, ready to strike. He roughly thrust into her once, twice, three times as he came explosively. He heard a shout in the room then realized that it had come from him. He could feel ever circuit in his body firing at once, leaving him short of breath… not that he needed to breath, but it was something that he had become accustom to, so now was no different. It seemed that sexual activity interrupted all of his other programming including his neural net. It allowed for only one thought… “More, now”

Corsica was now pushing Data off of her with a smirk on her face. Data gave her an inquiring look.

“Another position.” Corsica said breathlessly

Corsica climbed off of the bed, pulling Data with her. She stood at the foot of the bed, with her legs spread and her hands resting lightly on the mattress, exposing her round pink ass. “Take me from behind, Data.”

Data had seen this in the files he had downloaded for study, but had never put it into practical application. He positioned himself behind her, placing his left hand on her back; he gently pushed her down further, exposing her vagina from behind. Holding his erection with his left hand, he gently moved to penetrate her. He had a hard time of it, due to the height difference; He tried again before giving up. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her to the floor. He set her in the all-fours position then knelt behind her, spreading his legs slightly. He again placed his left hand on her back, pushing her down slightly. This time when her vagina was exposed, he was able to penetrate her easily. She was still slick with cum, and Data slid into her. This was intense in a different way. He could feel her body from a different angle, one that caused him to want to ejaculate immediately. He thrust deeply into her causing her to groan loudly.

Data stopped long enough to ask if he had hurt her in any way.

“No!” She almost sobbed. “Please, take me now.”

Data almost shot off right then and there. He had no idea how arousing it was to have someone beg you for sex. He thrust deeply into her again, holding onto her hips and pulling them back to him each time he thrust. He pounded her, causing her to almost scream with pleasure. He rode her, relishing the sounds that this produced from her. Each time he pushed into her, she made a new noise. He wanted to keep this up all night long. He held back his own orgasm, letting it build to new heights. He leaned over her back, pressing his torso against her back, and let his hands find her perfect round breasts. He continued to push deeply into her and pull out slowly, then push into her again as he let his fingers run over the smooth, soft, round flesh of her breasts. Then teased the nipples as he continued to slowly ride her, causing her to moan louder. He followed the contour of her body with his hand until he reached her clitoris. He began to gently massage it while he continued to pull out of her and slide back in. Her breathing became more erratic until she stopped breathing all together. Data was momentarily worried until she let out an explosive groan as she climaxed. “Don’t stop.” She managed to sob. Data continued to massage her clitoris until she was finished. He continued to bore into her after she had climaxed. Her breathing returned to relative normal, but she still moaned softly each time he pushed into her.
Data suddenly felt her hand slip between his legs and begin to fondle his testicles. He groaned loudly as this new sensation washed over him. This was too much to take. He sat up, and began to ride her furiously, pounding her, with each thrust bringing him closer to climax. She was still rolling his testicles around in her fingers when he felt himself release. He thrust once more as his dick pulsed with climax. He nearly collapsed on top of her. He did not let himself completely fall, as he knew he would crush her with his weight. He held himself up with his hands on the soft carpet below and let his face rest on her back. He could hear her panting and feel her thundering heartbeat. He was still inside of her, Data thought muzzily. This felt good. “This must be afterglow,” he thought to himself. He slowly withdrew his shrinking member and stood up, taking Corsica’s hand as he made his way to the bed. He noticed all of his systems returning to normal now that the sexual program was shutting down. He wondered if the program would be on automatic from now on. This worried him somewhat. What If he saw someone that he found attractive? Would the program initiate at an inopportune time? This is something that he would have to ask Counselor Troi when he returned to the Enterprise. Data found himself wondering something else, did he ejaculate when he came or was it merely the physical sensation that his father had given him when he built him? And if he did ejaculate, was it harmful to organic life. He reasoned that it probably wasn’t harmful. Data withdrew and noticed a white substance leaking out of his own softening cock. He reasoned that he had ejaculated. He briefly wondered why his father had built him with that ability if there was no organic life imbedded in it.


Together they lay on the bed, Corsica resting her head in the crook of his arm. They talked briefly before Corsica fell asleep. Data pulled the covers up over them and initiated his dream program.

When Data awoke early in the morning, Corsica was still sleeping, but she had rolled over onto her side. Data rose, collected his clothes, got dressed and prepared to leave. He paused, wondering what the correct protocol was for sneaking out after sleeping with someone he hardly knew. While he was contemplating this, he heard a soft noise from the bed. Corsica was awake and looking at him.

“Maybe we can do this again some time.” She smiled. “You know, if we’re ever on Reisa at the same time again.”

“How long are you staying?” Data inquired.

“My shuttle leaves today” She said. “Have to be back to work tomorrow.”

“Last night was… stimulating.” Data said awkwardly.

“Hell of a lot more than stimulating.” She laughed out loud

“Thank you for the experience.” Data said

“The pleasure was all mine.” She smiled. “Hey if you’re ever on Betazed looking for a roll in the hay, look me up. I’m an engineer. My last name is Adara.

“I will remember that.” Data said. Then turned to leave

As he walked out of the room, he turned to find himself nose to nose with Geordie who was coming out of the room next door. Data looked surprised then slightly embarrassed as last night’s activities returned to his mind. “You were next door all night?”

Geordie looked just as surprised as Data. “Yeah… so, that was you next door. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I did not either.” Data said with a sheepish grin.

“She must have been something else.” Geordie joked

“Betazoid.”

“Oh! Betazoid!” Geordie threw his head back and laughed. “They’re the wild one’s you know.”

“So I have learned.” Data laughed.

“We still have two more days…”

“That we do.” Data smiled as they headed back to their rooms to shower and change. Data was looking forward to what opportunities lay ahead of him in the days to come.



End

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Sunday, December 4, 2005

10:43PM - Enemies with Benefits Part 4

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Harry glanced around, and mercifully saw that no one was staring at him. Apparently, it had appeared that Hermione and he were merely having a heated conversation. He quickly pulled his robes around himself and hurried up to Gryffindor tower to change. The rest of the classes that day were uneventful for the most part. Malfoy was in the back with his gang, sniggering at Harry. He was sure Malfoy had not told them about the incident in the hallway, or at least not the truth of it. He likely changed the story up a bit so that he used a spell to make Harry urinate on himself. Harry did not care. He was actually finding this a bit exciting, like a game. He leaned over to Hermione and Ron in Potions and asked them if either of them knew any spells that he could use on Malfoy.


“You mean besides the obvious ones?” Ron muttered in disgust. “Really Harry, He’s a complete git. You can’t find a bloke who will be nice to you after he’s snogged you?”


Snape came around behind them and systematically shoved each of their heads into their desks. That shut them up for a moment or two, then they continued speaking in whispers.


“Well, I looked up the spell that Malfoy used on you.” Hermione smiled.


“Used on you?” Ron looked horrified. “What spell did he use on you?”


Hermione glanced up at Ron. “Oh. Just something. I’ll show you sometime.” She grinned evilly at him, over Harry’s shoulder.


“Should I be worried?” Ron asked Harry.


“Yes.” Harry grinned.


Hermione handed Harry the book she had been reading and pointed to the spell.


Harry read through it quietly. “Point wand at intended target, say ‘Excito’ and imagine what you would be doing to the victim. This reverberates back through the wand, and gives the castor pleasure as well. An instantaneous orgasm can be achieved by saying “modo” which means ‘now’. This can be dangerous magic and has been used in several rapes, however it can also be used between consenting parties.”


“Oh.” Harry closed the book. “Sounds about right.” He smiled to himself.


That night, after everyone had gone to bed and most everyone was asleep, except for Harry, who was thinking feverishly about Malfoy, there was a soft tap on Harry’s window. Harry didn’t react at first, thinking it must have been an Owl landing for a rest while she ate her latest catch of field mouse. Then the knock came again, more persistent this time. Harry sat up and glanced behind his bed to the closed window. The glass was very old and wavy, and thus hard to see out of at night. Harry could just make out an outline of a figure. He quietly pulled back the covers, and set his bare feet on the floor. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt. He picked up his wand from the bedside table before he crossed to the window. He was shivering slightly. He opened it and let a blast of night air in, stirring the bed curtains through the room. Ron mumbled loudly. Harry froze in his spot. Ron rolled over in his sleep. His breathing became regular again. Harry allowed himself to breath then looked outside. There, astride his broom, was Malfoy. Harry felt his heart do a little leap. Harry almost stepped back to allow Malfoy through the window, but stopped at the last second.


“Why are you here, Malfoy?” Harry said in a harsh tone.


“You should know.” Malfoy pushed on the window, but Harry held it tight.


“All right then.” Harry let a smile crawl onto his attractive features. He raised his wand, pointed it at Malfoy and said “Excito modo”.


Malfoy nearly fell off of his broom. He shouted as he buckled over, gripping the windowsill.


Harry repressed a shudder as he turned. “That really is a nice bit of magic. Was it good for you?” He said over his shoulder.


Malfoy was desperately clinging to the windowsill. He had managed to get one leg inside, but was mostly hanging outside. He threw his broom into the room, and hefted himself though, landing heavily onto the floor. His face was pink and he was breathing hard.


By now Harry was already back into his bed, under the warm covers. He really didn’t care now if any of his roommates woke up. They would most likely chuck Malfoy out the window. That would be all right by him after what Malfoy had done and left him with. Harry ruefully touched his neck with his fingertips.


Then Malfoy was on top of Harry, with his hands around Harry’s neck. “Not funny, Potter.” He breathed.


“Wasn’t trying to be.” Harry whispered evenly “But it was awfully exciting… mind the shoes.”


Malfoy looked down at his own feet. He kicked his shoes off onto the floor.


“What are you playing at, Malfoy?” Harry looked into Malfoy’s gray eyes, breathing in the scent of his cologne. Harry loved that scent. He drank it up like a thirsty man who would never be quenched again.


“I’m using you, Potter.” Malfoy let an evil grin slip onto his finely chiseled features. He had a half-day’s beard growth on his chin. Harry loved this look on men. Especially this man. It was nearly invisible unless he was up close and personal, which Harry was right now.


Malfoy had relaxed his grip on Harry’s neck by now.


“All right, then.” Harry said and reached over to pull his curtains. Malfoy reached to the other side of the bed and to the foot of his bed in order to pull all of the curtains shut. Malfoy was still straddling Harry’s body, but his attention was on the curtain at the foot of the bed. Harry grabbed Malfoy and flipped him over and savagely bit his neck.


Malfoy let out a yelp. Harry was licking and biting Malfoy’s neck, tasting that sweet taste, breathing in his scent. He felt his own temperature rising. He was between Malfoy’s legs and he could feel himself growing quite erect. He allowed himself to lie down on top of the warm form underneath him. Malfoy was still fully dressed, including his robes. Harry quickly unfastened the clasp holding Draco’s robes on. “Draco” Harry loved the sound of his name. Harry dipped his head down and let his tongue trail across Draco’s chin, feeling the stubble underneath. He made his way to his lips and pushed his tongue into Draco’s hot mouth. Draco bit down. Harry jerked back, but not before Draco could suck on his bleeding tongue briefly. Draco traced a line of blood and saliva down from Harry’s mouth, leading to the collar of his t-shirt. Harry’s tongue throbbed painfully, but in the next moment, he had forgotten all of his pain as Draco violently tore Harry’s shirt down the middle. He let it fall off of him, leaned forward and began sucking his nipple. Harry began to moan, feeling himself get wet with pre cum. His head was swimming. He reached over, clutched his wand, and practicing a silent spell he, shot chains out of the tip, binging Draco’s arms to the bed posts.


Harry had never even been to second base with anyone. But now, he could feel his head spinning. For once, he didn’t feel the need to fantasize someone else in place of the person he was with. It felt a bit strange to be with a man, but at the same time, it felt right. So perfectly, divinely right. As if the whole rest of the world were wrong and he had been following that wrongness until now. He didn’t ask permission, he just tore Draco’s trousers open with a force that ripped the zipper from the seams. Underneath, Draco worse green and gold shorts, just as he had imagined in his dream, only, Draco was larger in life than Harry could have imagined. Harry used his wand to tear a neat line down the front of Draco’s shorts. White flesh burst through. Harry felt strange touching someone else’s other than his own. He hesitated a moment.


“What’s the matter, Potter?” Draco whispered raggedly “You’re not a virgin are you?”


Harry looked up into those eyes, black with want. He hesitated then said nothing.


“Oh good lord, you are.” Draco breathed “Or have you been with women?”


Harry shook his head almost imperceptibly, not breaking eye contact.


“Just how far have you gotten?” Draco asked not unkindly.


“This is the furthest.” Harry whispered almost silently.


“Undo these chains.” Draco mouthed as he quietly pulled at the bindings.


Harry pointed his wand at them, and they vanished in a puff of smoke.


For the first time, Draco was actually gentle. He gently kissed Harry’s lips, then his neck, and then his chest. As he sat up, he twisted, forcing Harry to lie down in his place. Draco straddled Harry’s body. Draco continued to kiss Harry as he unbuttoned his own shirt and pulled it off with his t-shirt. He moved around, removing his trousers shorts and socks until he was completely naked. He looked deeply into Harry’s shockingly green eyes, which were almost black by now with a bright green ring. Harry was breathing raggedly. Draco gently took hold of Harry’s right hand and placed it on his erection.


Harry heard Draco breath in sharply as he took hold of him. He felt the warmth of Draco’s staff. He closed his eyes. He could feel the stickiness of cum on it from when he had forced Draco to ejaculate outside of his window. All Harry wanted was to lick it clean. Opening his eyes, he looked into Draco’s face only to see that Draco had his eyes closed as well. He slid further down on the bed, under Draco until he was straddling Harry’s chest. Harry leaned up and began to gently lick Draco. The taste was overwhelming. He’d tasted his own once before when it had landed in his mouth as he came. He thought that this would taste the same, but it didn’t. This tasted different. Good different. Like walnuts or something. Something distinctly Draco. Harry felt himself getting harder. Now all he could think about was what Draco tasted like and how was he going to get to do this again. He could hear Draco moaning softly as his hips began to move slightly to Harry’s tongue. Harry was systematically licking all of the cum off of Draco’s erection. Harry let it slide gently into his mouth, letting his teeth gently scrape the sides of it. Draco let out a ragged grunt. Harry felt himself smile; he pulled back and whispered “Shhhhh”. Harry let it slide in and out of his mouth as Draco’s breathing became more and more ragged. He had his hands on Draco’s smooth pale hips and was pulling him back and forth into his mouth. Harry really had no idea what he was doing. He moved his mouth according to how he himself would have liked it. Draco had slumped forward and was barely able to hold himself up. He seemed to be enjoying it, so he reckoned he was doing it right. He found himself moaning through mouthfuls of Draco. He was so enjoying himself, that he did not hear Draco groan “Oh, Harry, I’m coming.”


Harry breathed in sharply as Draco ejaculated into his mouth. He wasn’t expecting the force in which he came. Some of it ran straight down Harry’s throat causing Harry to swallow reflexively around Draco’s still pulsating member. Most of it, however, leaked out of his mouth and ran down his chin. Harry leaned back on his pillow, ignoring the stickiness on his chin. This was the best experience he had ever had. Suddenly, Draco was licking the cum off of his chin. Harry could feel the sensation as Draco’s tongue drug across the dark stubble. It felt amazing. Suddenly, all he wanted was for Draco to return the favour. It seemed that he didn’t need to wait long as Draco was heading quickly south. Harry shivered as Draco let his tongue trail a wet line down through the small amount of chest hair. Harry was a fairly hairless man. He had a good bread growth, but that was about it. Draco was tugging on Harry’s shorts with his teeth. Draco quickly gave up and ripped them open with his bare hands. As Draco let his mouth slide onto Harry’s erection, Harry let out a sort of yelp.


Harry had never in his wildest dreams imagined that this could feel so good. He didn’t think he could hold it much longer. The warm moistness of Draco’s mouth mixed with the flicking of his gentle tongue. Harry groaned again, this time louder. Draco came up for air long enough to shush Harry. Harry bit down on his swollen, bruised lower lip to keep from crying out. He wanted this feeling to go on forever. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Draco’s blonde hair. He never wanted it to stop. “Oh.” Harry breathed. “Don’t stop.”


Just then, Draco licked Harry one last time and slid up the length of Harry’s body. Harry shivered at the incredible sensation of skin on skin. Harry was afraid that Draco was going to leave him as he had last night. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s slim body and whispered. “Draco,” Draco’s eyes shifted uncomfortably and Harry could feel him tense slightly. He amended Draco's name. “Malfoy, Don’t go.”


Malfoy looked deeply into Harry’s eyes. “No.” He had a look that said clearly “I want you.”


“What?” Harry said, feeling his erection pulsating against Draco’s thigh.


“I want you to fuck me.” Draco breathed.


Harry had never thought through the mechanics of that one before. He’d always known that he preferred blokes, but… when imagining it, the most he ever imagined was a bit of slap and tickle. Nothing more. He suddenly felt extremely nervous and a more than a bit curious.


“Never pictured this part of it eh, Potter?" Draco eyes were smoldering with need.


Potter’s eyes were fully dilated and very glossy. Malfoy saw the look that said yes, I’m ready. Malfoy wanted to be sure first. “I need you. Will you?”


Harry nodded his head slightly. Then whispered “I don’t know what to do.”


Malfoy took hold of Harry’s wand and used it to conjure a small bottle. Draco dropped the wand back onto the bed, took the bottle out of mid air and unstopped it. He poured a small amount of glistening golden liquid into his hand, but before Draco could put it on him, Harry fumbled for his wand, pointed it at himself and said ‘Tectum’. A lightly glowing blue light had surrounded Harry’s penis. Draco looked down in interest. “Another handy spell.” He then rubbed the warm golden liquid all over Harry’s erection. He groaned in ecstasy. Truly, it did not feel any different with the spell of protection. Draco grabbed a hold of Harry and slowly impaled himself on Harry’s staff. Harry grunted as he felt the tightness of Draco’s arse. This was better still than before. Harry thought it couldn’t get much better until He felt Draco slowly start to move rhythmically. Harry knew he couldn’t hold it, so he let himself go. He thrust in and out forcefully three times before he came so explosively that he momentarily forgot where he was or whom he was with. Then he realized that Draco was coming as well. He could feel the hot come shoot onto his chest; some of it shot up and landed on his lips. Harry licked it up greedily.


Draco collapsed on top of Harry where they both fell asleep almost instantly.

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Ron woke sleepily. He wasn’t sure of the time, but it was still dark, so he knew he had plenty of time to sleep before he had to get up in the morning. He rolled over, preparing to go back to sleep when he heard a grunt. Someone must be talking in there sleep, but then there was a shushing noise. Ron sat up on one elbow, looked around the room then noticed a pair of shoes lying at the foot of Harry’s bed. Harry never left anything lying around like that. He was the most fastidious bloke he’d ever known. They were certainly not his. The shoes were far too nice… all polished up and gleaming in the moonlight. Then he noticed that bed curtains were drawn, and from there, his eyes trailed to the other side of the bed where a small pile of clothes lay. Was that a slytherin sweater? Then he heard more whispering followed by a low chuckle, an intake of breath and a soft moan. He could have sworn he heard the word “fuck” whispered fervently.


“You couldn’t have it off anywhere else?” Ron muttered as he rolled over, pulling the pillow over his head in an effort to muffle the sound. He quickly closed his eyes and willed himself to go back to sleep. Next thing he knew, it was morning and Harry’s bed curtains were still drawn. The piles of clothes that were lying rumpled on the floor were now neatly folded on the bed table, next to Harry’s clothes. The colours were defiantly green and silver. Slytherin.

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The sun was glowing red through Harry’s curtains. He could feel something warm and snuggly laying half on him, half next to him. He smiled as he remembered last night. Half asleep, he pulled the covers up over himself and the body on top of him. He snuggled deeper into the warmth of this other person, smelled the cologne mixed with the scent of sex. He could have lain here all day. All day… Harry’s eyes snapped open. He looked at the sleeping form of Draco lying on top of him, totally naked. He took a moment to appreciate the graceful form, the smooth alabaster contours of the god like body then he gently shook him to wake him up. Draco murmured “not yet. Five more minutes.” He moved so his face was buried in Harry’s chest. Harry felt his heart skip a beat. “God he’s sexy.” Harry thought as he looked down. He could have taken him right here, right now. Then reality came crashing towards him as he heard voices in the room. It sounded as if people were just getting up for breakfast. Harry’s heart stopped dead in his throat. How was he going to get Malfoy out of here with no one noticing? “Oh hell, they probably heard us last night.” Harry thought with a grin. Draco’s lips were moving sensuously over Harry’s naked chest. “Oh no” Harry thought. He shook Draco harder this time.


“Malfoy, wake up.” Harry whispered fervently.


“What you doing in there?” He heard seamus say. “Or rather who?” He said in a chuckle as he left the room.


Malfoy rolled over, cracked open an eye, looked at Harry and sat straight up. "What time is it?” he began to pull the curtain back, but Harry grabbed a hold of his arm.


“Wait.” Harry said quickly.


“It’s all right now. You can come out.” Ron said.


Malfoy pulled the curtain back and stuck his head out, looking around. Only the Weasel was there. He assumed that Potter had told him about their little affair. He stood up and reached for his clothes, which were in a neat pile, all laundered and repaired. Ron thankfully had the decency to look away as Draco stood, naked. He quickly dressed himself, reached for his broom and headed for the window. He stopped, turned to Harry and said. You haven’t removed your spell yet. Harry looked down at his limp, glowing member. Inside, clinging to him was all that he had discharged last night. Harry reached for his t-shirt, held it up to himself and holding his wand, he muttered ‘eximo’ He tossed his t-shirt on his rumpled bed. Harry pulled on his shorts then grunted that Ron could turn around now.
“Nice one Harry.” Ron mumbled.


Malfoy took the two steps to Harry, pulled him close and kissed him hard on the mouth before he climbed out of the window and flew away on his broom.


“That’s an image I never wanted” Ron muttered as he sat on his bed waiting for Harry to shower and dress.


As they were heading to the common room together, Ron turned to Harry. “So, what are you two? Do you still hate each other or what?”


“Publicly, yes.” Harry smiled, pulling his muffler tightly around his neck. “Privately…” He took a deep breath remembering last night. “Not so much.”


“So, what? You just keep shouting insults at each other.”


“Pretty much. It’s more of a game now… who can come up with the best ones. I won’t tell you how we get back at each other.”


“Honestly, my ears are beginning to bleed.” Ron scrubbed at his face.


Harry chuckled


“What if you fall in love with someone?” Ron asked


“The I break it off with Malfoy.” Harry looked at Ron. “It’s not like we love each other. Really it’s all about the sex.”


Ron made a strangled noise. “Do you hear me telling you about Hermione and me having sex?”


“Have you?” Harry said with interest.


“Yes, if you must know.”


“That’s great… where do you sneak off to?”


“Usually the room of requirement” Ron said. “Some place you might consider rather than a dorm full of people. It’s not something I or anybody else, for that matter, wants to hear I the middle of the night.”


“You heard us?” Harry blushed a little at that thought.


“Don’t worry, I managed to go back to sleep.”


They had met up with Hermione and were heading down to breakfast, when they past Draco and his gang of cronies.


Malfoy looked at Harry and said with his worst sneer, “Watch out for the bludger today, Potter. You wouldn’t want to break anything you can’t fix.”


Harry smiled inwardly “Shut up Malfoy and just concentrate on the game tonight. Maybe I won’t grab the snitch right out from under your nose.” Harry really liked this game. He noticed that Malfoy was wearing his muffler today. Apparently Harry had left a few marks on Malfoy as well. Harry was looking forward to leaving more tonight. He pushed past Malfoy, knocking him into his friends.


“Tonight, Malfoy.” Harry thought with grin.


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10:41PM - Enemies with Benefits Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 part 4


That evening as Harry was heading off to the common room alone; Hermione was in the library with Ron… probably snogging, Harry was surprised to see Malfoy walking towards him. The corridor was completely deserted. Malfoy walked straight up to Harry, reached for his wand, and before Harry could react, shouted ‘Expelliarmus’. Harry’s wand flew out of his hand, clattering to the floor. Then Malfoy pointed his wand directly at Harry’s chest and shouted ‘Petrificus Totalus’ Harry went completely ridged and began to teeter forward. Malfoy grabbed him and roughly pushed him back against the wall. Malfoy leaned so closely to Harry that their noses were practically touching. Harry could smell Malfoy. Was that cologne? It smelled wonderful like a mixture of fresh snow, pine and a dark musk. Harry felt himself get a little turned on.


“You little bastard.” Malfoy said in a dangerously low voice. “You humiliated me and you disgraced the Malfoy name.” Malfoy said ‘Relashio’, releasing Harry from his binding. Malfoy replaced his wand. Harry slumped forward, slightly, knocking heads with Malfoy. Malfoy gripped Harry’s shoulders and shook him, causing Harry’s head to knock back against the wall behind him. “Next time, wait until there is no one around.” With that, Malfoy kissed Harry roughly on the mouth, crushing Harry and causing his lip to bleed. This seemed to excite Malfoy more because he moved his body until it was tightly pressed against Harry’s, pinning him to the wall. Harry was so stunned that at first, he didn’t do anything but stand there, but then a small voice in the back of his head whispered “what are you doing? Take advantage while he’s here. You hate him anyway, who cares if he’s barking mad?” Harry moved his arms around Malfoy’s neck and drew him closer. Malfoy bit at Harry’s lip, pulled back and said breathlessly “This doesn’t mean I like you, potter.” He feverishly kissed him again, shoving his tongue into Harry’s mouth so far that Harry thought he might pass out from lack of Oxygen. “No, of course not.” Harry mumbled breathlessly around Malfoy’s tongue.


“And” Malfoy said between mouthfuls of Harry, “I still hate you.” He punctuated the word ‘hate’ with a bite on Harry’s lip.


Harry moaned, “Right.” Malfoy sucked on Harry’s lip before his let his tongue trail down his whiskered chin and found his adams apple. Harry let his head fall back as Malfoy nibbled his neck with punctuation of biting. Malfoy left mark after mark on Harry’s neck all the way up to his right earlobe.


Malfoy began biting Harry’s earlobe “And” Malfoy breathed, “Don’t expect me” He let his tongue follow the contours of Harry’s ear. “To be nice to you.”


Harry just moaned quietly as he tilted his head to the left, exposing the right ear that Malfoy was devouring. His left arm was around Malfoy, feeling his well muscled back while his right hand was gripping handfuls of silky blond hair reflexively.


Malfoy nibbled his way back down to Harry’s throat and bit hard, drawing blood. “Do you understand, Potter?”


Harry groaned “Uh huh. I understand.” He said forcefully. Harry grabbed a hold of Malfoy’s hair, turned his face to him and kissed him, letting his tongue slide into Malfoy’s mouth. He was much more gentle than Malfoy was. Harry let himself feel the softness of Malfoy’s full lips upon his own. Harry mumbled “Draco” against his mouth.


Malfoy gently sucked on Harry’s lower lip then bit down. “And don’t call me Draco.”


Harry’s erection felt as if it would burst through his trousers. He smiled slightly and said. “Right. He opened his mouth and let his bottom teeth scrape Draco’s chin, feeling the soft growth after a day without shaving. He sucked on Draco’s chin then let his mouth trail over to Malfoy’s supple neck. He breathed in the luscious scent before he began licking a trail of wet kisses across his delicate skin, leading to his left ear all the while tasting his salty sweat. Harry nibbled on Malfoy’s earlobe and whispered “Draco.”


Malfoy shoved Harry harder against the wall, so hard that Harry momentarily lost his breath.


“What did I just tell you?” Malfoy said as he swatted Harry’s necktie out of the way. He roughly ripped Harry’s shirt open, causing buttons to bounce away on the stone floor. “Always call you Draco?” Harry groaned out each word as Malfoy began to lick Harry’s nipples. Malfoy bit down on Harry’s erect nipple causing him to shout, “FUCK!”


“Not the place for it, Potter.” Malfoy said evilly. He was running his wet tongue down Harry’s stomach towards his naval.


Harry wound his fingers in Malfoy’s hair and pushed him down further. Malfoy suddenly stood up. “I think I’ll leave you with that."

Harry felt as if he had been dropped flat on his face. "Wha…?” Harry said, looking at Malfoy in confusion.


“Got to run.” Malfoy said, straightening his hair and clothes. “Wouldn’t want to be caught out after hours.” With that, he turned and strolled arrogantly down the hall, just as he had come to Harry twenty minutes before, as if nothing had happened. Just then, he stopped, turned and said. “Remember what I said.”


“You said something?” Harry mumbled.


He was still standing in the same spot in confused disappointment. He felt like his prick was going to explode. “I’ll just have to take care of that myself,” He mumbled as he picked up two of the five buttons lying on the floor. “What just happened?” He asked himself. “Malfoy just snogged you blind” He answered. “Really? Malfoy?” He felt a crooked smile slide onto his face.


He was still wearing the smile when stumbled through the portrait hole. Ron and Hermione were sitting by the fire. Ginny was on an attractive boy’s lap. Harry did not notice. He really did not notice much.


“My god Harry!” Hermione said, “Are you all right? You look like you’ve been fighting.”


“Not fighting” Harry managed to mumble.


Hermione was looking at Harry, whose shirt was torn open, his necktie still thrown over his shoulder. He had numerous bruises forming on his neck mouth and earlobe.


Hermione got up, Hurried over to Harry and guided him to a chair. Hermione looked closer at Harry, then exclaimed. “Good god, Harry! Are those bite marks? And are you wearing cologne? That smells really expensive.”


“It’s Malfoy’s” Harry grinned at Hermione.


“What?”


Harry smiled hugely. He seemed intoxicated. “Malfoy.” Harry chuckled to himself, and then added drunkenly “He’s really good.” Harry stood, swayed for a moment, got his balance then dropped the two buttons he’d picked up into Hermione’s hand. “I have something I must finish. Good night.” He smiled and walked up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.


‘Ug!” Ron looked at Hermione “Well, I’m not going up for a while!”


Malfoy?” Hermione looked stunned. “Really?”


Harry flopped down on his bed, took the time to pull the drapes and then undid his trousers. He reached in under the waistband of his shorts and pulled his erection out. It throbbed under his touch. He began to stroke himself, biting his lip in an effort to keep from moaning. He thought of how Malfoy had tasted. He stroked harder. He remembered how “Draco” was licking his way down Harry’s abdomen. He could still smell that delicious scent of fresh white snow, pine and Malfoy. He could still taste his saliva on his mouth. He stroked harder as he licked his swollen lips and tasted him again. Quickly he shoved his trousers down further then continued to stroke himself. He felt the throbbing of his nipple where Draco had bitten him. He stroked faster, causing his breathing to become ragged. He kept his eyes shut as he pictured Malfoy kissing him again and again. Stroke. Oh Draco! Stroke, Oh Draco, Stroke, Draco, Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke. He wondered if Draco was masturbating too. He groaned softly as he realized that he probably was. Harry pictured silver blonde hair, creamy white skin, flushed cheeks and that scent doing exactly what he was doing at exactly the same moment. Harry groaned as he reached climax, shooting a hot stream of cum straight up. He flinched as it landed squarely in his eye. He let his head fall, feeling his heart pound madly. With his eyes tightly closed, he fumbled to pull his shoes and trousers off. His right hand was slick with cum and he was getting it all over his legs as he pulled them down. Balling his trousers up, he used them to carefully wipe his eye before he could open them and see what he was doing. He wiped off his hand and legs then tossed them at the closed drapes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. He threw his shirt, underwear and shoes at roughly the same spot.


Harry smiled deeply, imagining that Draco was there next to him. He cracked open an eye and looked at the twin bed that he was laying in. “It would be a tight fit, but we could manage.” With that happy thought, Harry let himself drift off to sleep and dream many happy dreams.


When morning came,, Harry found his trousers, shirt and shorts all laundered, repaired and neatly folded, sitting on his bedside table. Harry blushed inwardly as he dressed, thinking of where he had left them and what state they had been in. “Not much to be done now.” He smiled ruefully.


Harry held his wand up to his head, muttered “Arefacio” and a jet of hot air erupted from the tip and dried his hair that was still wet from his morning bath. He ran his fingers through his hair, sloppily tied his tie, threw on his robes and headed down to the common room to meet Hermione and Ron for breakfast.


The common room had at least twelve people milling around, talking about the day. When Harry walked in, a few glanced up and began snickering. Harry looked down to see if his fly was unzipped.


“Oh Honestly Harry.” Hermione said as she grabbed his arm, flipped him around and quickly dragged him up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. “Don’t you ever look in the mirror?”


“What?” Harry said, flattening down his hair.


Hermione shoved Harry into the bathroom and in front of the mirror.


Harry gaped at his reflection. His neck was covered in bruises, his lip was fattened and he had a neat little bite mark on his right ear lobe surrounded by a ring that had turned a lovely shade of purple. “Blimey” he muttered as he studied his reflection.


“You aught to wear your muffler.” Hermione said in her superior tone. She reached up and adjusted Harry’s hair to cover his earlobe. “There” She examined him. “Now, if anyone asks, you can say that Malfoy punched you. I’m sure he’d be happy to stick to that story.”


Harry nodded and told Hermione what Malfoy had said. He’d left out the part where Malfoy was sucking on every part of him between each word.


“Well, he does have a reputation to keep up, doesn’t he.” Hermione pointed out.


Harry nodded as he walked out of the bathroom to his bed and retrieved the muffler. Luckily it was October so he wouldn’t look too conspicuous.


Harry and Hermione caught up to Ron and they all went down to breakfast together. This time, Harry did notice Ginny snogging the attractive fifth year in the corner. He felt a pang of what? Jealousy? Regret? He wondered if she would ever speak to him again. He hoped that she could forgive him eventually.


Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Harry felt self conscious about his ear and lip. He was really glad that Hermione had made him wear his muffler. He wasn’t sure about class though. Everyone took off their mufflers indoors. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. He picked up his goblet and peered into the reflection, pulling down his muffler as he did. His neck was mostly purple, with a few angry red marks that indicated where the skin had been broken. He put his goblet back down and replaced his muffler. Then he noticed Hermione watching him.


“It’s going to be there at least a week.” She stated.


Just then, Malfoy walked past, talking loudly to the other Slytherins surrounding him. “I gave Potter that fat lip. Taught him a lesson he won’t soon forget.”


“Try it again when I’m ready, Malfoy.” Harry shot back. “Or are you too afraid to try for a fair fight?”


“Any time you’re man enough” Malfoy and his Cronies burst into laughter.


“Man enough!!!” Shrieked Pansy Parkinson “He’s probably wearing Weasel girl’s knickers right now.”


“Make your lap dog behave.” Hermione said angrily. “Or I will.”


After they left, Hermione turned to Harry. “Are you sure he’s not setting you up? That would be exactly what Malfoy would do.”


Harry looked at Hermione “Have you seen my neck?’ He paused for effect. “There’s not way to fake something like that… trust me. I was there.”


“Do you really want to take this kind of abuse… and for what?” Hermione looked seriously at Harry.


Harry gave Hermione a mock-surprised look. “For really great benefits! Have you looked at him? He’s really hot.”


“Haven’t noticed.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Nice… so you’re what? Enemies with benefits?”


“I like the sound of that.” Harry smiled.


"Right. Well, I have something for you.” Hermione blushed a little.


“What?” Harry waited expectantly.


“Well, it’s a spell…” she paused.


“Right…” Harry prompted.


“I looked it up when Ron and I decided to… well uh. Do more than just snog.”


“Oh.” Harry looked a bit confused.


Hermione handed Harry a book with a plain brown cover. He opened it to the page she indicated.


Harry began to read aloud. “Spell of protection.” He glanced at Hermione.


“Keep reading” she said.


“Say ‘Tectum’ with wand pointed at erect male… wha?” Harry flushed bright red.


“It’s instead of a condom” Hermione blushed. “Supposedly you can’t even feel it… it’s as if nothing were there, but it… well… protects you. And this can’t break… unless it’s poorly cast.” Hermione added quickly.


“Right.” Harry said, confused expression still on his face. “What’s a condom?”


“You were raised by muggles. You aught to know.” Hermione said, clearly not wanting to explain.


“I was eleven when I came here. I wasn’t exactly well versed in sex education at that age.” Then he added “Not bloody likely that Uncle Vernon would have had the sex talk with me even if I hadn’t come here.”


Hermione rolled her eyes. . “It’s rubber and it goes on your…” She glanced down to Harry’s crotch. “To prevent pregnancy.”


“Not much chance of that with the two of us.” Harry snickered.


“And disease.” Hermione added. “look, I’m not saying that either of you is diseased, but you can never be too careful.” Hermione paused and added with a smirk “It’s not like either one of you will be losing any… uh… sensation.”


Harry blushed again. “All right. Let me see it again.” He quickly memorized the spell.

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Malfoy was just leaving the great hall when he saw Potter and Granger walking a few meters in front of him. There was a fair crowd in the hall; so, he knew no one would notice him. He allowed himself to remember last night and how good Harry had tasted. “He’s not bad for a goodie goodie.” He leaned up against the wall, slowly reached for his wand, and holding it just under his robes, covertly pointed it at Harry. Practicing a silent spell, he thought ‘excito’. He held the wand steady as he watched Harry Stagger, grip Hermione’s shoulder, stumble to the wall and barely manage to hold himself up. He held the spell for a few moments then thought “modo”. He shivered deliciously as he saw Harry’s head throw back in orgasmic ecstasy. He could almost feel Harry in his hand where his wand was being held. He felt his own face flush slightly at the sensations reverberating back through his wand. “Handy little spell,” he muttered. As he was replacing his wand, he saw Granger look straight at him with a look of utmost contempt. He just gave her his best sneer and turned to go, thinking. “He liked it.” Before he turned however, he saw Harry peering at him from under hooded lids. He was smiling weakly. Malfoy gave a half smile, half sneer and walked away. “Hope you enjoyed it.” Malfoy thought. “I know I did.”

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“Have you finished your essay for history of Magic?” Harry was saying to Hermione as they walked through the corridor after breakfast.


Hermione rolled her eyes. “You haven’t started yours yet have you?”


Harry began to respond. “I’ll get on it toni… OH!” he stopped dead in his tracts, his knees going week. Out of nowhere, he felt as if he were on fire. His body ready to explode. This was the best feeling he had ever experienced. He groaned as his brain essentially shut down. “Oh…” He muttered again. He put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder and gripped hard as wave after wave of pure unbridled pleasure hit him. Vaguely he was aware of Hermione putting her hand on his shoulder and helping him out of the way of the surging crowd. He was completely incoherent as he leaned, face first against the wall. “Ohmugrwal” he groaned. He could have sworn that there was a hand stroking him harder and harder towards climax. He opened his eyes and looked down at his bulging crotch to see if it were Hermione. There was no one touching him, but he could feel the hand tightly gripping it, individual fingers putting pressure in their individual ways. Up and down his hard staff, they slid, stroking him. He leaned into the wall and bent over slightly, wanting desperately to slide down to the floor, but somehow he managed to remain upright. Harry covered his face with his left hand as his right hand steadied him against the wall. He groaned again as he felt another wave hit him. He bit his lip to keep from yelling out. Somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he hoped he was not getting too much of an audience for this public masturbation. His breathing became more ragged. He bit down harder on his swollen lip, causing the cut from last night to reopen and begin to bleed. The metallic taste filled his mouth as the blood made it onto his tongue. His tongue was now sticking out of his mouth a fraction as if her were concentrating. His face was completely flushed as the invisible hand stroked him harder and faster. Suddenly he felt a surge hit him. He almost screamed, but managed to keep it in. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt himself release with great force. He let his forehead thud against the cool, stone, wall, cooling the sweat that was dripping down his face. He stood there for a long moment, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. He felt himself begin to go limp. He felt the hot dampness in his trousers, but somehow did not care. He heard Hermione mutter “git” so he glanced in the direction that Hermione was looking. Malfoy was replacing his wand and walking away. Harry flushed a deeper red as he realized that it was Malfoy who had just stroked him off. His heart began to beat a little faster as he got turned on all over again.


“What did he do to you?” Hermione sounded a little panic stricken.


Harry grunted


“Are you all right?”


Harry looked at her with glossy eyes.


She looked into Harry’s flushed face, then saw his dilated pupils. She glanced down at his crotch and raised her eyebrows in surprise as she saw the wetness on the front of his trousers. “I’m going to assume you did not just wet yourself.”


“No…” Harry muttered. “Oh god.”


“Honestly.” Hermione said. “Close your robes and go change.” She turned to walk away. Stopped, turned and said. “If you can find out that spell from Malfoy, I’d love to use it on Ron sometime.”

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10:35PM - Enemies with Benefits Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4


Harry went straight to bed after that. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow. “This kind of stress really takes a lot out of you.” He thought muzzily as he drifted of toward dreamland

He was in the broom cupboard again, but this time it wasn’t Ginny. He was forcefully kissing someone. Someone warm and supple. Someone who had a bulge in his pants too. He couldn’t quite see the face, but then he wasn’t looking for a face. He ran his fingers through a mop of unruly hair. Was it red or blonde? He couldn’t tell. He kissed the person deeper, letting his tongue explore his mouth, tasting the other person, feeling the warmth of the body. He pushed the other person hard up against the wall, broke off the kiss and looked deeply into Malfoy’s sensual gray eyes. Eyes that were dilated with a sort of drug induced look about them. Malfoy muttered something unintelligible. Harry bent his dark head and began kissing his neck, gently nibbling and licking his way down to his shirt buttons, pulling his necktie apart as he did. He unbuttoned each button as he went down. He could hear Malfoy groan as he undid the top button of his trousers. He felt Malfoy’s well-formed hands on the top of his head, pushing him down further, urging him to suck his cock. Harry unzipped Malfoy’s trousers and pulled them down, revealing green shorts. Harry started to pull them down, but had to tug on his waistband to get around the hardness beneath. Gently Harry breathed in the scent of pre come and something uniquely Malfoy. He gently caressed his staff before he began to lick and tease. He opened his mouth and began to swallow him down. He could feel Malfoy running his hands though Harry’s soft shoulder-length hair as he moaned. “Oh God, Harry. Yes.” Harry let Malfoy’s cock slide in and out of his mouth, all the while Harry could feel himself so hard that he was ready to burst. He knew he couldn’t and didn’t want to hold it much longer. Harry gently flicked his tongue up and down the underside of Malfoy’s cock. He could feel him begin to pulsate inside of his mouth as Malfoy moaned louder. “Oh god, oh god. I’m uh. Oh yes. I’m going to cum.” With that, Malfoy released a jet of hot cum into Harry’s mouth. Harry continued sucking Malfoy until he was finished. He gently pulled back and licked the end of his still erect cock, causing Malfoy to shudder. Harry stood up and kissed Malfoy with his mouth full of cum before he swallowed. He could feel Malfoy’s hands stumbling to unzip Harry’s trousers. Suddenly, he could feel the warm moistness of Malfoy’s mouth surrounding his own cock. Harry had to lean forward slightly and place his hand on the wall in front of him to keep his knees from buckling. He couldn’t help but gently move back and forth to the rhythm of Malfoy’s licking and sucking and biting. Malfoy was a biter but he never bit hard enough to cause pain. Every time he felt a gentle nibble from Malfoy, Harry moaned louder in ecstasy. He knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. Harry let his head fall back as he grabbed a hold of Malfoy’s head and gently ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh Draco” Harry Moaned. He really liked the sound of using his first name, so he said it again “Draco. Oh! Oh.” Harry was quieter than Draco had been. He moaned softly and bit his lower lip as his breath became more ragged. Release hit him in waves. He tightened his grip on Draco’s head and thrust deeply into his mouth. He held on until he had finished his orgasm. Draco stood up and roughly kissed Harry, letting hot cum flow into his mouth. Harry licked it up as Draco swallowed. Then Draco began to gently shake Harry “Harry, Wake up” Malfoy whispered sensuously into his ear. “Wake up Harry.”



Ron was shaking Harry. “Harry, you’re going to be late for class.”


“What?” Harry said muzzily as he sat up. “What time is it?”


“It’s morning and breakfast is over with. When you didn’t come down I came back to see where you’d gotten off to.” Ron looked down at Harry’s blankets, noticed the pup tent and rolled his eyes “Good god Harry.” He muttered and turned to leave. “I’ll see you in class.” He called over his shoulder.


Harry looked down and blushed bright red. He lifted up the waistband of his shorts to find stickiness all over himself. “That was a hell of a dream.” Harry muttered as he climbed out of bed, and headed for the shower.


As Harry slipped into Professor Flitwick’s History of magic class five minutes late, Harry couldn’t help but glance up at Malfoy sitting in the back of the class with the rest of his cronies. Something stirred in him. He quickly squelched it by looking away. Hermione gave him a knowing look. Last night all came flooding back. A mixture of horror and relief washed over him as he sat down. Part of him wanted to erase Hermione’s memory of what he had told her and the other part of him was relieved that it was out. As he was thinking this, he heard Flitwick say something about tardiness and five points from Gryffindor. Harry didn’t much care. He was here and it was a new day. The worst of it would come tonight when he had to tell Ginny.


Class was pretty uneventful. Harry left with Ron and Hermione as soon as class was over. As soon as Harry walked out of the classroom, he saw Ginny waiting for him. Harry gave Hermione a nervous look. Hermione just looked at Harry then Ron.


“Oh! I think I dropped my quill in the classroom or somewhere. Harry, will you come help me find it?” Hermione improvised.


“Uh yeah,” Harry turned with Hermione quickly. Over his shoulder, he called to Ron and Ginny “I’ll catch you up later, All right?”


“Yeah, all right” Ron turned and walked off with his sister.


“I can’t do this!” Harry whispered loudly to Hermione. “She’s going to want to snog me again.”


“Just stick to places with lots of people.” Hermione advised. “Avoid broom cupboards and the library.”


Harry nodded mutely.


“You’ll be fine.” Hermione hugged Harry close.


“How am I going to tell her that I’m gay? It will break her heart.”


Hermione hugged Harry closer. “You’ll find a way and it will be all right.”


Neither of them noticed Pansy Parkinson eves dropping with a shocked expression on her face. They didn’t even notice when she ran off, giggling to herself.


As Harry and Hermione waked into Potions with Snape, the class seemed quieter than usual. Malfoy and his gang were watching them closely. Well, watching Harry it seemed, as Hermione sat down and they continued to stare at Harry.


“Oh look, it’s Hermione and Mary Ann.” Malfoy said loudly to Harry.


Harry’s heart began to beat faster. What did he mean? He hadn’t told anyone except Hermione. She wouldn’t have told. “Shut up Malfoy. Now you’ve really gone mental.” Harry snapped and Sat down between Hermione and Ron.


Malfoy, Crabb, Goyl and Pansy Parkinson all started laughing hysterically. To the rest of the class, Malfoy said loudly, through laughter “You see, Miss Parkinson has just informed me that our little Potty seems to like it up the bum.” He waited for this to sink in, then added in a conspiratorially loud whisper. “He doesn’t fancy girls. Well… not in that way anyhow. Not in the snogging sort of way. Oh won’t the Weasel girl be so sad. ” Pansy was laughing so hard now that tears were streaming down her face.


Harry’s blood had run cold. At some point he had stopped breathing. He looked over at Hermione. Hermione gave him a horrified look, and then she looked over his shoulder at Ron. Harry turned slowly to look at Ron who was now eyeing him nervously.


“It’s not true is it?” Ron Asked Harry.


“Uh…” Harry stumbled. “Bloody hell.” The world around him was beginning to spin. He had just been publicly outted by Malfoy…


“Blimey… It is true.” Ron stared at him with disbelief.


Harry turned back to Hermione. “How?”


Hermione looked shaken. “I swear, I didn’t tell anyone.”


“Wait! You knew?” Ron shouted at Hermione above the laughter coming from the back of the room.


“He told me last night. He was going to tell you today.” Hermione looked at Harry as if to say ‘right? You were going to tell him today’


Harry nodded emphatically to Ron. “I was. I was going to tell Ginny and you today… Oh God, Ginny! She can’t find out like this.” Harry stood up to leave the classroom just as Snape walked in.


“Just where do you think you’re going, Potter?” Snape said coldly.


“Just… uh nowhere.” Harry sat down quickly.


In the back of the room, he could hear the whispered words “Poofter Potter” Harry sat up ramrod straight, unwilling to give in to the taunting.


“Just ignore them, Harry.” Hermione whispered.


Next to him, Ron sat motionless, staring straight ahead. At the end of class, Harry stood up to leave as quickly as he could. He had to find Ginny before the news reached her. As he was hurrying out of the classroom, Ron grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him and faced him. Harry stood there, looking into his blue eyes. Harry was holding his breath, waiting to see if Ron hated him now.


“It’s all right, you know. Lots of people are… you know” Ron looked down.


“Gay?” Harry supplied.


“Yeah… Look, just find Ginny before Malfoy does, all right?” Harry nodded, turned and hurried out of the classroom. Hermione hurried after him. They both hurried to where Ginny’s class was just getting out. As he hurried to the door of the classroom, Harry saw Malfoy standing there, sneering at him.


“What’s the matter with you, Potter? Did you have a bad experience and now you have to turn to boys?” Malfoy spat out as if he tasted something bad.


When the door opened, Harry and Hermione watched for Ginny who was one of the first to leave. Her face lit up as soon as She saw Harry. Harry’s heart sank. He quickly grabbed her hand and steered her away.


Malfoy screamed after him “Goddamn poofter!”


“What?” Ginny turned to face Malfoy. But Harry quickly grabbed her and hurried her away before Malfoy could say a single word.


All three of them hurried up to the fifth floor, walked past the room of requirement three times and waited for the door to appear. Once inside, Ginny looked at both Harry and Hermione. “Okay, what’s going on?”


Harry took a deep breath, looked Hermione and plunged ahead. “I’m really sorry I have to tell you this way, but it got out and it’s probably all over the school by now.”


“What is?” Ginny asked, bewildered.


“And I wanted to be the one to tell you and not have you find out from someone like Malfoy.” Harry continued as if Ginny had not spoken.


“Tell me what?” Ginny looked nervously from Harry to Hermione. “What happened?”


“Oh god.” Harry said as the world began to spin again. “Uh Hermione?” Harry pleaded.


Hermione looked at Harry then took a deep breath. She looked at Ginny. “What Harry is trying to say, badly I might add, is that he’s… uh… gay.”


Ginny stood in silence for a moment then broke out laughing. “No he’s not!” She looked at Harry’s serious face then looked into Hermione’s face. “Oh no, he’s not and I ought to know…”


Both Harry and Hermione stood silently.


“Oh come off it, Harry! We’ve snogged plenty of times, and it’s not like you didn’t exactly enjoy it. I mean… I could TELL that you liked it.”


“Right.” Harry cleared his throat. “That was well… I was sort of thinking of a uh… certain bloke at the time.”


“Uh huh.” Ginny looked at Harry with anger clouding her eyes now. “Right, then. If you like boys so much, then why don’t you prove it to me.”


“What?” Harry looked Startled.


“Yeah. Lets leave here and the first boy you run into, you have to kiss. And I mean you kiss him like you mean it.”


“What? Just accost some boy… out in the middle of the corridor?”


“You said it was all over school all ready. It’s lunch time, so there should be plenty of eligible boys wandering around.”


Harry felt anger rising in him now. “Fine. If you want proof, then you’ve got it! The first one I see.”


Harry walked to the door when Hermione stopped him “Harry wait. This is mad. You can’t do this.”


“She doesn’t believe me. She wants proof. I’ll give it to her.” With that, he stormed out of the room. Ginny and Hermione hurried after him.


Outside of the room, there were no students. There were no students on the fourth or the third floors either. Harry was feeling a bit more relieved. Maybe she would just back down. Just as they rounded the corner on the second floor, Harry came face to face with Malfoy and his entire gang of cronies. Harry’s heart gave a sort of a hiccup before it fell straight to his shoes along with his stomach.


“He’ll do.” Ginny said from behind Harry “Go ahead. Prove it to me.”


Malfoy was wearing his usual sneer on his face. “If it isn’t Harry Potter, the boy wonder.” Malfoy said nastily. “Get out of my way, bender.” Malfoy started to push past Harry.


“What’s the matter, Harry? I thought you fancied boys.” Ginny said angrily to Harry. “What he’s not good looking enough?”


Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks “What’s she talking about?” he said in a slightly strangled voice. “What are you going to do? Rape me?” Malfoy laughed nervously before as he sneered at Harry in his usual way.


There was a buzzing in Harry’s head. He looked from Ginny’s angry face, to Hermione’s worried face, to Malfoy’s frightened face. He looked longer at Malfoy. He stared into those gray eyes for what seemed an eternity. Then something happened. His hand, out of it’s own accord, reached up, grabbed a hold of Malfoy’s necktie and pulled him towards Harry. Harry was now nose to nose to Malfoy. He could smell his sweet breath. He could feel the heat of his body. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing Malfoy hard on the mouth. “Kiss him like you mean it.” He could hear Ginny’s voice in his head. Somehow this was not a hard task to do. Harry continued kissing Malfoy as he pushed him up against the wall. Malfoy stumbled slightly as he was being forced backwards. Harry could feel a sharp intake of breath from Malfoy as he pressed the entire length of his body up against him as he kissed him deeper. Harry forced Malfoy’s mouth open with his tongue and pushed into his mouth. Harry gently explored the inside of Malfoy’s mouth. Malfoy reacted to this and flicked his tongue slightly in response. Harry had his hands pressed against the wall on either side of him. Suddenly, Malfoy was kissing him back. It seemed like an eternity into which Harry could have fallen and never wanted to come back. He was ignoring the shouts and catcalls coming from the gathering crowd. He could have stayed like this forever. Suddenly he was being pushed roughly back.


“Get the hell away from me!” Malfoy screamed as he wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve. “I think I’m going to be sick!” Malfoy stumbled away, followed by Crabb and Goyl.


Harry turned to Ginny and Hermione then saw Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledor’s ghost standing there, watching. “I knew there was something wrong with the boy.” Snape muttered in disgust as he turned to leave. Snape had been allowed to return to hogwarts after he proved he was under the imperious curse when he killed Dumbledore.


Harry looked at McGonagall before he pushed through the crowd, followed by Hermione and Ginny. It wasn’t until they were halfway to the Gryffindor common room did Harry realized that Ginny was crying. Harry stopped and turned to Ginny. “Oh god. I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have…”


“Shut up!” She screamed. She ran to the fat lady, shouted the password and ran inside.


“What now?” Harry said to Hermione.


“ I think she’ll be all right. She’s just angry now, but she’ll get over it.” Hermione looked at Harry. “You really are aren’t you?”


“Yeah…” Harry looked down at his shoes.


“Was it my imagination, or was Malfoy kissing you back?”


“He was.” Harry smiled his half grin. “I think he rather liked it, but he’ll never admit to it.”


Harry looked to the fat lady who was watching them with interest. “Really are what?” she said with interest. Harry and Hermione ignored her.


“I can’t leave Ginny like this.” Harry said to Hermione. With that, Harry went thought the portrait hole and found Ginny sitting in the common room. They talked for a long while and eventually came out and went down to dinner together.


As Harry and Ginny walked into the great hall, the entire room quieted down as if everyone was talking and then suddenly stopped. All eyes were on the two of them. Ginny’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. There were snickers from the slytherin table and murmurs from the Gryffindor, hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.


Harry could feel all eyes upon him. He could also feel the teachers pointedly not noticing his entrance. He was grateful for that. As Harry went to sit down with Ron and Hermione, Colin Creevy trotted up and squeezed himself between Harry and Hermione.


“Hi Harry; He said excitedly. He said everything excitedly as if he were an over-active Yorkshire terrier.


“Hi Colin” Harry said.


“You know…” Colin began. “I like boys. I just never thought anyone would be interested enough for me to tell them, so I didn’t. He smiled hopefully at Harry. “I’ve known for ages. My parents and my brother know too. I’ve only been out with one other bloke, but it was just one date.”


“Oh.” Harry looked at the happy puppy sitting next to him. “I didn’t know.”


Colin chuckled. “Well it’s not really a stretch is it? I’m not exactly the specimen of man hood…”


Harry didn’t know what to say about that one, so he said nothing.


“So…” Colin began. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”


“Oh!” Harry looked surprised. “Uh well… I don’t know. Um.” He looked at Hermione helplessly, who gave him an ‘I can’t help you with this one’ look. Harry searched desperately for an excuse to not go with Colin. “I don’t know if I’ll be going or not.” He said lamely.


“Oh.” Colin looked as if someone had come and stolen all of his chocolate frogs. “Okay… well if you do go, let me know.” Colin smiled weakly and stood up.


Harry couldn’t take it. “You know- I think I will be going. Sure I’ll go with you.”


Someone had given Colin all of his chocolate frogs back and left a bag of Berti Botts every flavor bean with them. Colin was ecstatic. “Oh! Okay! Great! So I’ll see you Saturday?”


Harry was sure he was going to turn back flips at any moment. Colin trotted off and sat down at the end of the table.


Harry saw Ginny watching him from across the table. He was sure she was going to start crying again. He felt terrible as if he had just committed another terrible offence in addition to being gay. Instead of crying, however, Ginny burst into peals of laughter. She began sputtering between laughing fits.


“You dumped me.” She laughed harder “For Colin” She laughed until she snorted. “Creevy!” She laughed even harder. “I feel much better now!” Then she began sobbing.


Harry felt horrible. He hated it when girls cried… especially if he was the one who caused it. “Ginny.” He said helplessly.


“I’m all right.” She said, wiping her eyes and nose with a napkin. “Really. I’m glad I found out about this now rather than later.”


Just then, Malfoy and his gang walked past the Gryffindor table, but instead of knocking people over and things off of the table, Malfoy gave the gave the table a wide berth. Loudly he said. “Watch out. I think this one is infected. Wouldn’t want to catch anything.”


Harry took the opportunity to blow him a kiss and then laugh as Malfoy turned a paler shade than he already was.


“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” Hermione said loudly. “Afraid you liked it too much?” The entire Gryffindor table burst into laughter as Malfoy made a hasty exit.


Harry was on cloud nine. Everyone he had told had accepted him. His house did not treat him and different, well except the two fifth year girls who had managed to corner him in order to ‘bring him back to the home team’ after much convincing on his part and some attempted kissing on theirs, the girls sadly let him go. They later reported back to their friends that he really did play for the other team. Hell, he even had a date. True, it was with Colin Creevy, whom he was not attracted to in the least, but it was a start. Oh! And he had Malfoy scared shittless… that was the icing on the cake.

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10:33PM - Enemies with benefits Part 1

Note: This is set during Harry’s seventh year at Hogwarts. For those of you who have read the Half Blood prince, I realize you are wondering what the * hell* Malfoy is doing back at Hogwarts. But if he wasn’t there, this story would not work…

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Class was over and Ginny and Harry had been laughing about something, walking down the corridor together. Laughing so hard that it made his side hurt. It felt good to laugh with so much stress in his life. After killing Voldemort, Harry had thought that his life would suddenly become normal like everyone else’s. What he didn’t expect was the constant guilt he felt over Dumbledore’s death. Well, he had expected that, but he thought that over time it would fade, and it hadn’t. Also he had all of this extra time on his hands. Time that was, until now filled with thoughts of Voldemort and how to find all of his Horcruxes and kill him. Time in which he found himself worrying about another problem. A problem that he had always assumed he would never have to deal with. He always thought that he would die a virgin anyway. Suddenly, Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest broom cupboard. She wasted no time in kissing him. The space was cramped, so there wasn’t much room to maneuver. Ginny pushed Harry up against the wall and lifted one leg and wrapped it around his torso as they kissed. Harry knew what to do. He moved his mouth with hers. He waited until she opened her mouth to let his fall open a little. Her warm tongue in his mouth should have given him such an erection that he wouldn’t be able to leave the cupboard for at least five minutes, but it didn’t. Then Harry let his mind wander. Suddenly he was kissing Ron deeply, pulling him closer letting his hands fall to Ron’s cute round rump. He was tasting him, feeling him. He could feel the tightness in his pants, the throbbing sensation as he kissed him Deeper and pulled him closer. “Oh” He mumbled against the lips, careful not to say Ron’s name. Then the image in his mind changed. Suddenly he was kissing Malfoy. He wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him and turned so Malfoy was pushed up against the wall, cramming his erection against the soft warm spot between his legs. Harry desperately tried to ignore the fact that Malfoy was wearing a skirt. Malfoy wrapped his legs around Harry. Then Ginny moaned “Oh Harry… Oh.” Just like that, the fantasy popped like a balloon. And he felt himself start to go limp, but he kept up the illusion of really enjoying himself. He opened his eyes a little and breathed “Ginny”. Suddenly the door to the broom cupboard flew open. Harry dropped Ginny and jumped away as fast as he could. Ginny was quickly pulling her skirt into place. Harry pulled his robes around himself in order to hide the bulge in his pants.


Mrs. Norris was standing in front of Filch the caretaker, her eyes glowing green. Filch spat out “You’re right Mrs. Norris. Just like bunnies. I wish I could do to them what I do to real bunnies!” To Harry and Ginny he screamed, “Get out of my cupboard and get a room!” As they scurried out he yelled after them “It was a dark day, when they stopped allowing student torture!” Then to the cat “Isn’t that right, Mrs. Norris?” The cat mewled softly.

As soon as they got around the corner, Ginny stopped running. She buried her head in Harry’s chest. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed!”

Harry just nodded, still remembering the fantasy he was having about Malfoy. Honestly, he hated Malfoy, but he really was quite attractive… For a complete git, that is. With that lovely blonde hair and those smoldering gray eyes. “Right. As if that would ever happen.”


“What?” Ginny looked at him


“I can’t believe that happened.” Harry covered quickly. “Lets go back to the common room.”


“Um okay.” Ginny said. Her face was still flushed prettily.


Harry really liked Ginny. A lot. He loved being around her. She made him feel good… So why did he still end up fantasizing that he was snogging Malfoy or Ron? “I’ve got to stop thinking of Ron that way.” Harry thought to himself.


Ginny was talking to him and Harry was nodding along.


“I mean Malfoy is one thing. I hate him, so I don’t mind doing whatever I want to him, but Ron’s my best friend and I don’t think he’s appreciate being the object of my hardon.” He smiled and nodded to Ginny. Ginny was so nice. “She doesn’t deserve to be led on like this. Look at her… so happy. And happy because she’s with me. I know I’d never marry her. I don’t think I could. I mean an If I would marry a woman, I think she’d be the one, but…” He let his thoughts trail off as realization dawned. “I can’t keep this up. I’ve got to tell someone. And I’ve got to tell Ginny before she gets too involved and I really break her heart.” He suddenly felt sick at the prospect. At some point, they had walked through the portrait hole of the fat lady, but Harry did not remember doing so.


“Oh God” He muttered.


“What?”


“I uh… feel sick.” Harry muttered truthfully. “I think I’m going to go lie down for a bit.”


Ginny reached up and felt his forehead. “I don’t think you have a fever. Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing.”


“No. I think I’m just tired.”


Harry gave Ginny a kiss and walked up the stairs to the dormitory where his bed was. He flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He considered drawing the curtains on his bed, but that took too much work. Just then Ron walked in. “Oh God” Harry moaned. With the memory of his latest fantasy still in his head, Ron was the last person he needed to see right now, with his soft red hair and that perfect mouth and the way stubble was growing in on his chin since his last shave this morning… Harry loved the stubble. It looked so sexy on him. Darker than his hair… more of a brown than a red. Harry just wanted to lick it…


Ron looked closely at Harry’s flushed cheeks. “You all right?”


“Yeap” Harry said quickly. “Just feeling a bit ill is all. I’ll be fine.”


“You look like you’ve been snogging.”


Harry grinned sheepishly.


“You better have not gotten my sister sick.” Ron turned around and left the room.


“Maybe coming out isn’t the best idea.” Harry thought frantically. “I could just… live a lie for the rest of my life.” At this moment, Harry would have taken a Hungarian Horntail over what he was considering.


“Who the hell do I tell?” He suddenly thought, “Ron would freak out. Oh hell. He’ll freak out anyway whenever he finds out.” Harry rolled over onto his side, his mop of dark hair covering half of his face. “Someone who won’t over-react. Someone I can trust. Someone who can stand there with me as I tell Ginny and Ron… Hermione, of course.” Harry’s eyes flew open. His heart began to pound as he realized that he was really going to do it. He glanced over at the hourglass in the room. 9:30 at night. There were probably at least half a dozen people in the common room right now. I couldn’t talk to Hermione until everyone was off to bed. Harry rolled off of the bed and stood up. He would go down and wait until everyone left, then talk to Hermione.


As Harry walked into the common room, He saw Ron and Hermione in the corner, doing homework… well Hermione was. Thankfully, Ginny was nowhere to be seen. Harry came over and sat down with Ron and Hermione as casually as he could manage. There were still a few extra people in the common room, but most people had thankfully gone to bed. Harry felt fidgety as if he were losing his nerve.


“Are you all right?” Hermione noticed Harry fidgeting in his chair.


“Huh? Oh yes… I’m just going to do a bit of homework.” Harry pulled a piece of parchment out of his bag and his history of magic book and began to write on the parchment. At least doing homework kept his mind off of the problem at hand. Then just as soon as he was getting on to twelve inches of his paper, Ron spoke up.


“Well, I’m off to bed. I’ll see you two in the morning.” Ron stood up and left the room. Harry stomach did an odd sort of sickening flip as he realized that the room was empty except for himself and Hermione. He looked up at the top of Hermione’s head. She was deeply engrossed in the latest book she’d drug up from the library.


Harry cleared his throat. “Uh Hermione…”


“Huh? Oh good night Harry, I’ll see you in the morning.” She looked back down at her book.


This was going to be harder than he thought. “Hermione?” Harry repeated. A large knot had somehow formed in his throat, causing him to not be able to speak.


Hermione looked up from her reading. “What?”


“I uh…” Harry’s cheeks flushed bright red at the mere thought of saying what he was about to say. He swallowed hard in an effort to remove the knot.


“Are you all right?”


“I’ve been getting that a lot today.” Harry muttered.


“Oh. Well, are you?”


“Uh… well. I uh need to talk to you about something.”


“Okay.” Hermione smiled at Harry.


Harry leaned forward and looked Hermione squarely in the eye. If he did that, then he might not back out. “It’s about Ginny and my feelings.” Harry paused, thinking how to word this. “And then I thought of you…”


“Harry…” Hermione began. “What?”


“I don’t love Ginny… not in that way.” Harry looked intently at Hermione.


“And you thought of me?” Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes. “What are you trying to tell me, Harry?”


“I uh… Have feelings…”


“Harry, wait. I think I know what you’re going to say.” Hermione paused. “Harry, I really like you a lot, but just not in that way. And I could never live with myself if we started something and it ended up breaking Ginny’s heart.”


Harry realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out now. “Oh god… That’s not what I’m trying to say.” He leaned back and looked at the ceiling, then looked into the fire. “I… Uh… Every time… Oh god. All right. I’m just going to tell you this and I apologize if it’s too graphic.”


Hermione had a puzzled half-smile on her face. “Um… okay… go on then.”


Harry looked into Hermione’s eyes, and then realized that he couldn’t say it while looking at her. He looked at his shoes. “Every time I end up snogging Ginny, I don’t get… you know.”


Hermione’s eyebrows were up past her hairline by now. “You don’t get… what?”


Harry’s heart stopped. Did he really have to spell it out for her? Harry looked at Hermione pleadingly.


Hermione continued to look at him with a confused expression. “What?”


Harry cleared his throat.


“You don’t get what?”


Could she really be that dense? “Erect okay?” Harry felt the blush creeping up from his collar all the way to his hairline. “When I kiss Ginny, I don’t get erect.” Harry said all in a rush.


Hermione had a look of Dawning realization on her face. “OH!!!… Wow. I mean… Really?


Harry just nodded


“Well, maybe you just don’t like her as much as you thought you did.”


“It’s not that.” Harry continued to look at his shoes, his dark mop of hair hanging in his eyes. “You see I can when I am, but I sort of have to be thinking of someone else…”


“Who?” Hermione was watching Harry closely.


Harry muttered something that sounded like “Ron”


“What?” Hermione said, “Did you just say “Ron?”


Harry nodded Mutely


“Ron.”


“Or Malfoy” Harry added. He glanced up through his mop of hair to glance at Hermione’s face.


Hermione looked disbelieving. She continued to stare at Harry, unblinking. “Malfoy?”



Suddenly Harry found his voice “You see, Malfoy I hate and Ron is my best mate, so I try to think about Malfoy more because he already hates me. You see, in my mind, it’s like doing something bad to Ron…” Harry trailed off.


Hermione just stared at him.

“You see the connection, right? Ginny’s a girl and Ron and Malfoy are Blokes…”


“I get the connection, Harry.” Hermione said quickly. “Are you saying that you’re gay?”


“Pretty sure.” Harry looked into Hermione’s face. “I’ve never been attracted to girls in that way, but you should see what I do when thinking about blokes.”


“Far too much information, thanks.” Hermione smiled. “It’s All right, you know.”


“Really?” Harry looked fully into Hermione’s eyes now. “You don’t think I’m a freak or anything?”


“Lord no!” Hermione breached the distance between them and gave Harry a hug. “Of course not. My parent’s have lodes of gay friends. It’s nothing to be ashamed of… Although you may find it hard to get a date around here.”


Harry chuckled “Will you come with me to tell Ginny?”


“Wow. That’s going to be a tough one.” Hermione whistled. “When?”


“Tomorrow night.”


“Of course I will. Are you going to tell Ron?”


“Yeah, I’m just afraid that he won’t be as open minded as you are.”


“He’ll be fine after he realizes that you are still his friend and not some sex crazed maniac!” Hermione chuckled. “But I’d prefer if you stopped using my boyfriend’s image.”


Harry chuckled “Right. Well, it’s late and I should go to bed.”


“Me too.” Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry. “It will be okay, you’ll see.” She gave him another big hug.


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