An excerpt from the book I am writing (ANGELS & DEMONS) - Enjoy!
3. Magic Overload
Being clawed or bitten by a magical creature will have your magic trying to play tricks on you. Not in the bad sense - it may seem out of control, but the only change that you should pay attention to is the fact that it can be done without a wand or a word. In other words, wandless and non-verbal....
Harry paused.
He could already do this so it wasn't an issue.
...sometimes just a thought will make it happen. For example: - if you were standing in the rain and wanted it to stop, you would just have to think it - causing the rain to fall around you - OR - if you had an enemy that needed to be hurt, you could do it without laying a hand on them. NOTE: This absolute power needs extreme precaution.
Harry had no enemies that he was aware of, and even if he did, he wasn't going to waste his time or pay attention to it. He was certainly no killer. The only enemy that he had had since being born, had been Voldemort and that bastard was dead and buried.
He lay back with his head on his pillow, closed his eyes at the new knowledge that he had gained, and wished that he hadn't gone to the bloody library.
He fell asleep soon after, his head filled with images of wolves, gnashing teeth, and his very own brilliant green eyes invading his senses. There was a silhouette of a man - long blond flowing hair and twin mercury orbs for eyes - begging for Harry to bite him.
When he eventually woke up it was with a heaving chest and a sweat filled torso. Gasping out loud, he saw that his cock was at full mast from the dream. Rock hard and straining in his jeans, he needed release. Groaning at the discomfort, because his teeth hurt just as much and paired with his hard on, he knew he couldn't leave the room like this.
Of course it was evening again and time for dinner, and of course his cock would demand attention and of course it was because he was lusting after Draco bloody Malfoy.
He tried to curl into himself, moaning again when his sensitive dick came into contact with the rough material of his denims.
Harry was so hard it hurt.
His fucking teeth felt like they were growing in size, and every time he breathed in, he felt the sharp pang of pain buzzing around in his gums moving towards his head. Fuck, he needed to let go, just this once.
Wanting nothing more than to bury his cock deep inside the magnificent arse of Draco Malfoy, but realizing that wasn't going to happen any time soon, he had to do the next best thing. Which was stroke himself, moaning out loud when he started palming himself.
"Oh fuck", he sighed with a shaky breath.
His dick screaming for more, so with fumbling hands he undid his button and pulled the zipper down. His strained cock tenting in his underpants, his impatience shining through when he let out a whimper at how long it was taking him to get to his target.
The desperate need to come was so strong now, so he lay back and with his feet planted firmly on his bed, his legs as wide as they could go, he wrapped his hand around the thick base, and started to fist himself slowly.
Harry was well endowed, and with his dark hair at the base of it and his balls stretched up tight and firm, the scene of it made for a beautiful wanton picture. His breath coming out in fast bursts, he didn't want this to happen too fast, but he couldn't help himself.
His left hand was above his head, gripping his headboard tightly, wanting to drag it out, but not wanting to. Wanting to picture Draco in front of him on his knees, but not wanting to invade that part of his brain just yet. Wanting to shout out his orgasm for the world to hear, yet wanting no one to know what he was doing.
With just a thought - not that he knew it - he sent a pulse of magic into the room, placing a silencing charm at his door. His magic cackling around him, the lights dimming and brightening at the surge, he started moving his hand up and down faster, paying particular attention to the head by swiping his thumb over the slit where it was leaking.
Concentration on his face, hissing in his breath now and then, enjoying every single sensation that his body was going through, he started to arch his back off the bed, feeling as his orgasm started to coil it's way through his body.
"Ngh", he moaned out, when he knew he was seconds away from coming, his release slowly coming to the surface.
A burning desire making itself known through his veins, and with a few more strokes his eyes rolled back and he felt a sudden warmth flood his whole being. The heat and the wave of pleasure hitting him all at once, and clenching his abs, he shouted out - only to have his magic react again, removing the silencing charm.
He cried out quite loudly, the beautiful explosion of his orgasm seemed to take forever, and when he looked down, he literally watched as his own unique essence covered his chest and hand, drowning him in the euphoric feeling of lust.
He lay panting on the bed, both hands still in their original positions - one wrapped around his headboard, the other around his spent cock. Even the ache in his mouth hadn't subsided, it was still there - it would be until he made his move.
His mouth was dry, his lips were open and after gathering himself, he stood up and cast a quick Scourgify. Still breathing harshly, he closed his jeans and put his shirt and shoes back on so that he could go and fill the empty need in his stomach.
The one in his pants was satisfied for now, but Harry knew that it was going to take more than just a wank to get rid of all his inner demons. He would have to - he wanted to - claim Draco - as his and only his, and he was going to start by spending more time with him.
End of story.
