A New Goblin King in Town

[bleedingangel84]

Title: A New Goblin King in Town
Author: bleedingangel84
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Watching Harry's favorite movie leads to an interesting night indeed. Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and related copyright holders. I am merely borrowing them. Don't sue. Labyrinth is the property of Jim Henson and other copyright holders. I'm just a fan.
Warnings: Language, my first attempt at a slash sex scene. *cringes*
Notes: This  was inspired by multiple conversations fangirling with my friend, murray the leprechaun over Labyrinth and Bowie This fic makes more sense if you've seen the film, but it's not necessary to see it to understand this. Again, another fic I wrote this last year. It's also posted over at  Adult Fan Fiction under my penname of vampirekisses, so, no I haven't stolen it, that's me. If you haven't seen the movie, go watch it, it's fun. With cool music.

Monday evening found Harry Potter sprawled out in front of his television with his bare feet in the lap of his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. It was time for their traditional monthly movie night, and Harry was more than prepared to settle in and enjoy one of his favorite films.

“Harry, why do we have to watch Labyrinth again? How many times have you seen that movie?” His boyfriend’s tone was exasperated, but fond. Harry knew Draco loved the film, but would never admit it.

“Oh, thirty or so, but I’m suffering from Jareth withdrawal. We haven’t watched it in months. Please, please, please?” he begged. Harry was almost bouncing as he asked. Draco thought he looked adorable as his green eyes lit with excitement. His teeth sank into his full lower lip as he waited for Draco’s decision. The blond knew he could never refuse his lover anything when he gave him that look.

“Oh, all right. Quit biting your poor lip. You’ll make it sore,” Draco admonished him. “Not to mention that watching you do that is making me think decidedly impure thoughts about you. Let’s just watch the movie.”

Harry nodded, settling back onto the sofa as Draco started the film, his eyes glued to the screen as they watched. As the end credits were rolling, he turned to Draco with a dreamy expression.

“Jareth is incredibly hot in this film. Sarah is so lucky, and she doesn’t even realize it,” Harry pouted.

“How is she lucky? She has oblivious parental figures, a whiny half-brother, and she gets trapped in a confusing labyrinth after the said whiny brother is kidnapped by her obsessive stalker. Seems pretty unlucky to me,” Draco countered.

“Jareth loves her, Draco. And all she does is go around complaining about how her life isn’t fair. The stupid bint doesn’t know how to appreciate what she has in front of her. It’s annoying,” Harry ranted.

Draco threw back his head and laughed, low and deep. “Oh Harry, I love you, but you are entirely too obsessed with Jareth for my tastes. He’s just a character in a movie, for Merlin’s sake,” Draco stated when his breathing had returned to normal.

“Shut your mouth and quit talking sacrilege, Draco Malfoy. Jareth is not just a character in a movie. He’s the Goblin King,” Harry defended, “And besides, have you seen the man’s trousers? Gods, I’m salivating just thinking about them. Every time I watch that movie, I wish I was Hoggle.”

Draco gazed at Harry, his expression caught between an odd combination of incredulity, disgust and amusement. “Hoggle? You mean that short, ugly little dwarf who kills fairies?” he asked. “Do I even want to hear this explanation?” He raised his eyebrow and waited patiently for Harry’s answer. He was even more intrigued when he saw a bright red flush begin to creep up his lover’s neck and flame to life in his face.

“You know that scene just before Jareth sets the Cleaners after them? When Hoggle is bowing to Jareth? He has his face awfully close to something I’ve fantasized about…repeatedly, hence my desire to be Hoggle.” Harry closed his eyes, flames still burning in his cheeks. His head lowered in shame, Harry continued speaking.

“You know, you’ve always reminded me of Jareth. That beautiful white-blond hair, gorgeous, lithe body…and something else that’s remarkably similar as well,” he added, giving a pointed, hungry look to the bulge that had begun to form in Draco’s pants at the sight of Harry’s blush.

Draco felt the slow, churning heat of liquid desire begin to pour through his veins as he pulled Harry closer. “Gods, love, you are a twisted, horny pervert and I love you for it. I’ll be Jareth any time you want, but you are too perfect to ruin yourself playing Hoggle. Harry Potter himself is enough of a turn on for me. In any case, you aren’t a coward, so Hoggle is out of the question for you,” he whispered. “You’d look hot in a dress though.”

Harry let out a soft snort at that. “Maybe if you’re a good, I’ll play Sarah for you next week,” Harry promised. For a long while, there was silence as the two of them lost themselves in seemingly endless kisses, entranced by the feeling of soft, mobile lips and tongues pressing and sliding against one another. Rising from the sofa, Harry reluctantly pulled away from Draco’s arms to divest himself of his clothing, anxious to free his own burgeoning erection from the constricting confines of his tight denims. Draco watched his actions with appreciative eyes, loosing a throaty growl as Harry’s tawny skin was revealed.

“On second though, Harry, forget the damn dress. You look edible just like this,” Draco panted. “Come here.” Harry looked at him with mischief in his eyes, playfully shaking his head in the negative.

“No? Why not? I know you want me. Why deny yourself something you know we both want desperately?” Draco was fighting to keep the needy whine from his voice, tortured by the sight of Harry’s nude, muscled body and cock. Jutting proudly from its thatch of dark curls, the head lightly weeping pearls of pre-come, Draco felt mesmerized by it, as though it were calling him forward to his knees, a supplicant praying before an unyielding deity. Frozen in place for the space of a heartbeat, Draco waited to see how Harry would respond.

There was a gathering charge in the air as Draco felt the swirl of energy that typically accompanied wandless magic. With a wave of Harry’s hand, Draco suddenly found himself clothed in dove-gray trousers made of such soft leather as to be almost buttery. Encasing his torso was a shirt made of soft velvet, which seemed to caress his nipples as it formed around his chest, bring them to a hardened peak that ached for Harry’s touch. Draco hissed in need as Harry came toward him, undoing the zipper on his tight trousers with a practiced hand.

“Gods, Potter, are you trying to kill me with all this teasing?” he groaned, silently wondering if this was karma’s way of balancing his past wrongs. If so, he reflected, there were worse ways for the universe to exact retribution.

“On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy. It was you who taught me that one must be properly attired for every situation. As you are supposed to be playing the role of the Goblin King, I thought it best that you be attired as such,” Harry explained with an overly formal air that was made all the more ironic because of his own nakedness.

“Damn, Harry. I am hard and aching for you. Have mercy, please,” Draco’s heartfelt speech ended on a prolonged moan as he felt Harry’s hands begin a slow glide down his body, stopping to massage his nipples through sinfully soft material before moving on to the flat planes of his stomach. He nearly choked on a sigh of relief when he felt Harry’s hand make the slow trek toward where he needed it most, only to bypass his enthusiastic manhood in favor of massaging his leather-clad thighs, forcing him to spread his legs wider. Harry knelt between them, finally offering the much-needed relief of his soft mouth and tongue, slowly enveloping the bedewed head with his mouth, using his tongue to taste the drops gathered there. This was the purest form of heaven Draco thought there could ever be. He let out a long, deep moan as he felt Harry’s mouth working its way further down his shaft, his tongue working along the sensitive vein on the underside until he threatened to explode with wanting this fallen god resting before him.

“Oh, Gods, Harry, please, don’t ever stop. I’m yours, always. I’ll do anything you ask, just never stop.” Draco was almost ashamed of how wanton and needy his voice sounded, but couldn’t find the will to be bothered about that at this point. He needed Harry, and needed him now. Tugging on the thick, dark strands of his beloved’s head, Draco pulled him up from his knees, taking in the satisfied gleam in his eyes with dazed satisfaction

Draco kissed Harry softly, pleased to taste himself on Harry’s tongue. Pulling the raven-hared young man down into his lap, Draco was thrilled to feel Harry’s straining hardness against his clothed form. The feel of the soft leather against still softer skin was pushing both young men to edge of desperation as they ground against one another, eager for relief.

Taking matters into his own hands, Draco fumbled for his wand, performing a thorough spell to lubricate and stretch his lover’s entrance. Harry gasped at feeling himself stretched so suddenly, but was more than willing to comply, hungry for the feeling of Draco inside him. Quickly ridding the blond of his trousers once and for all, Harry guided himself slowly down on his Draco’s thickness, sighing with contentment. He never felt more whole than when he was joined with Draco.

Draco, for his part, was struggling not to finish it right then. The tight heat of Harry’s hole surrounding and squeezing his shaft was an unbelievable sensation. It wasn’t long before the two lovers found a steady rhythm, working in tandem to bring each other to a shattering climax that left them both messily decorated with the other’s come and panting with exhaustion.

Harry lay with his head resting on Draco’s shoulder, recovering from the high his orgasm had given him. It was several long minutes before he spoke again. “Well, it looks like I was wrong after all. Jareth may have to hand in his crown after all. He has nothing on you."

Draco smirked deviously with satisfaction. “Oh yes indeed, Mr. Potter. There’s a new Goblin King in town now.”