A Promise is a Promise is a Promise

by Silver

Warnings: mild bondage

"You lost."

"What?"

"You just lost your bet."

Both boys stared intently at the Quidditch field. Seamus had his legs crossed and looked rather relaxed, watching the winning team fly another round, waving at the cheering crowd. Dean, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly nervous, his hands clutching his knees, as he turned to his boyfriend.

"No WAY!"

Seamus gave a disparaging wave of his hand. "Well, how obvious does it have to get? You said, my adorable Nubian sex god, and that's a quote, 'The Australian Quidditch team will beat England before I let you do that to me!' There you have it."

"But... but I didn't mean it literally!"

"Suuuure, that's what they all say." Seamus dimpled at the black boy. "Pay up!"

Dean swallowed hard. "That's ridiculous. I wasn't serious for a minute." He got up.

"HEY! You can't just chicken out now!"

"I'm not going to do it, okay?" Dean pushed back the other spectators who were also getting up to leave the stadium.

Seamus jumped to his feet and followed him. "You promised!"

"I promised nothing!"

"Oi! Wait up! Dammit!"

"Get lost!"

"Come on, you'll like it!"

"NO!"

"But you lost your bet!"

"I did not. Now beat it!"

"I'm not going to give up on it, Dean. I'm warning you---" His boyfriend stopped abruptly and Seamus, who was hurrying after him, almost bumped into him. "Umph!"

Dean raised one superior eyebrow. "*You* warn *me*?"

Seamus unfolded himself to his full impressive height, almost reaching up to his boyfriend's chin. "Yeah!"

"How amusing. I'd love to see that, you smurf."

Seamus managed to add a few inches to his height by getting on his toes and hissed menacingly, "You will..."

With a smirk, Dean patted his cheek. "You're too cute." His kissed Seamus' lips and then continued on his way out of the stadium.

Seamus looked after him and growled with a grim look of determination on his face, "Ay, you'll see...."

"If you do the suggested exercises in these books, I'm sure you'll catch up with the rest of the class in no time."

"Thanks, Hermione!" Seamus stowed away the books in question and shouldered his book bag as he left the library, whistling happily. All things were going according to plan. He ran into Dean in the Great Hall.

"Hey, love." Dean tried to give him a kiss, but Seamus moved away.

"I'm still angry with you, remember?"

"Oh come on! Can't we just forget it?"

Seamus shook his head vigorously. "No! Gambling debts are debts of honor, you prick."

"Geez, thanks!" Dean dropped his hand and reluctantly accepted the fact that he was still sleeping on the virtual couch in their relationship. He only then noticed the stuffed book bag his boyfriend was carrying. "What's that?"

"Oh, I'm just doing some extra studying."

"Extra studying."

"Yup."

Two well-shaped black eyebrows shot into a skeptical curve. "Do we have an extra exam that I don't know about?"

"Nope."

"So, you're telling me you're just doing it for fun?"

"Uh-huh. I thought it would come in handy eventually to close the gaps in my knowledge."

Dean's frown deepened. "Can I have a look? Maybe I can refresh my knowledge a bit, too."

"No! Get your own stuff!"

"Okay then." Dean scanned his boyfriend one last time and then turned to go. Over his shoulder he said, "I'm watching you closely, pal!"

Seamus grinned mysteriously. "Yeah, watch me..."

"Hey, Seamus, do you know where I put my wand?" Dean rushed into the dorm, immediately walking over to his trunk. "Damn, you could have watched out in Potions, you know? I look like a pig! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you spilled the bubotuber pus intentionally over my chest." He discarded his robe and pulled off the soiled sweater, grabbing a new one. "The others are already leaving for Hogsmeade and we're going to be late... Uhm, what are you doing over there?" He glanced at his boyfriend who was standing next to his bed, half hidden by the curtains of the four-poster. "Seamus? You in there?"

"I won't be going to Hogsmeade today."

"What?" Dean was barely listening, rummaging in his trunk, still looking for his wand. The sweater was draped over his arm, ready to being put on. "Why?"

"I've made other plans."

That finally caught Dean's attention. "Like what?"

"Sex."

First, Dean looked a bit perplexed, but then he grinned his lazy grin. "And with whom?"

"You. Here. The way you promised me."

Dean's grin froze. "Seamus..." he said warningly. "I'm not going to discuss this any further---"

"Oh, you don't have to, don't worry." Seamus grinned.

Before Dean knew what was happening, Seamus pulled out his wand and pointed it at his naked chest. "STUPEFY!" he called.

A wave of weakness knocked him over as he was stunned. Lying on his back, still dazed from the attack, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

Seamus stepped over him, looking down into his face. "I'm sorry I have to do this..." he said, not really sorry at all. He pointed his wand at Dean again and mumbled, "Funiculus". Strings shot out of his wand and wrapped around Dean's wrists, tying them tightly against his body.

The effects of the admittedly very mild stun went away and Dean began to struggle against the bonds, but it was already too late.

"Don't struggle, you're only making it worse."

"Seamus! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Getting my payment." He stepped aside and muttered, "Mobilicorpus." Dean's body slowly lifted off of the ground and with a movement of his wand, Seamus directed him over to his bed, where he put him down gently.

Seamus flopped onto the bed and looked at his tied up lover with a triumphant grin. "You should know by now that I always get what I want."

"Seamus, when I get out of this you'll be so sorry that---"

Dean's angry growl was cut off by Seamus' pressing down on his shoulders and planting a kiss on his lips. He kissed him deeply and thoroughly until Dean no longer struggled and groaned in anger, but rather in arousal. While kissing him, he shifted until he straddled Dean's hips, thus making his legs immobile, too.

When their lips detached, Dean looked at him, confused, in a mixture of indignation and excitement, but he stayed blissfully silent.

"I know I'll get my own back once I untie you, but until then I will use your body as I please and do my damnedest to enjoy it." Seamus reached behind himself and grabbed the bulge on Dean's pants, making him moan. "And you'll enjoy it, too." He slowly moved his hand over Dean's erection, making it grow. "You like that, don't you? Deep inside you, it turns you on like hell that I'm in control now and you're completely helpless."

Dean started breathing fast and he swallowed. "Seamus..."

"Ssssshhhh..." Seamus put a finger on Dean's lips, stifling any protest. Then he let his hands roam freely over Dean's dark skin, caressing, feeling it. "You can't do anything about it. I will have you, no matter what you do. You might as well enjoy it." He dove down to nibble at Dean's throat, licking along his jaws and then taking one earlobe between his teeth, gently sucking it. As he did that, he slowly rolled his hips, grinding his behind against Dean's straining erection.

He continued having his sweet time with Dean's body until he felt his own body craving for more. By that time, a thin film of sweat was already covering Dean's chocolate skin and he was panting heavily.

With a last buck of his hips, he got off of his boyfriend's body. "I'm afraid, those trousers have to go," Seamus muttered hoarsely, reaching for the buckle. With skilled movements, he quickly opened it and pulled it off Dean's hips, although it was significantly more difficult than usual to get it past his lover's throbbing erection. "Mmmmh..." he sighed appreciatively, rubbing it through Dean's shorts. "Maybe this is where you put your wand, hm?"

Dean groaned and bucked his hips, wordlessly begging for his cock to be freed.

"What is it? Suddenly not so adverse anymore?" Seamus teased with a chuckle. Still he complied and pulled off the shorts as well. Then he jumped off the bed and threw off his own clothes. As soon as they both were naked, he lay down on the bed again, snuggling up to Dean's hot body. He moved his hands over his skin again. "Ah, I can't keep away from you that long." His tongue followed the trail of his hands, moving over the chest, down to the indention of his navel. There he stayed, letting the tip of his tongue circle it, then dipping into it.

The response came immediately. Dean threw his head back and cried out.

Seamus grinned. Then he gripped his boyfriend's hips and thrust his tongue deeply into the navel, stroking in and out, fucking it with his tongue. "Yessss..." he whispered. "I'm going to do this with every opening of your body, Dean. *Every*."

He continued dabbing kisses on every spot of Dean's body, then licking it, bathing it with his tongue. He only brushed his erection once though, not granting Dean that much satisfaction. He moved down, gently opening his boyfriend's legs and placing himself between them, languidly inspecting Dean's private parts. He knew that this didn't embarrass Dean a bit. He was only upset about the bondage. That made Seamus chuckle.

He lifted one finger and placed it on the tip of Dean's cock. Dean immediately responded with a jerk and a groan. He traced it over the length of Dean's erection, through the coarse hair, down to the tender sack. He cupped it, caressing it with his fingers. "You know what's coming now, don't you?"

"Seamus..." Dean sighed, barely audible.

"Do you want me to do it?"

A pause. "No."

"What?"

"I said no!"

"Dean..." There was something very menacing about Seamus' low growl. He sat up. "You're either saying the right things, or you're not saying anything at all!"

Dean stared. "You wouldn't dare!"

Seamus grinned widely. "Watch me!" He reached for his nightstand and took out a leather gag.

Dean tried to struggle, but since his arms were tied securely against his body, he couldn't move too well and soon he found himself not only bound, but also gagged. He glared at his boyfriend angrily.

"There," Seamus said contently. "Do you hear this silence? Ah! Nothing to disturb my concentration. Wonderful, isn't it?"

"Nnnnnhhhgh!!!!"

"Did you say something? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Can you say it again?"

"Nnnngh, mmmh! Umph!!"

"Really? Why, certainly! It'll be my pleasure to comply to your wishes!" He glanced down his boyfriend's body who was wiggling like a fish on the shore. "Hmm... I don't think these bonds are effective enough," he mused. He pushed Dean on the side and then on his stomach, holding him down with his knees to keep him from flopping back on his back again. Then he took his wand from the nightstand and said, "Modificatius Funiculus!" The strings around Dean's wrists detached from his body and followed the movement of Seamus' wand, reaching out for the bedpost and wrapping around them, tying Dean facedown on the bed, spread eagle, after Seamus did the same with his legs.

Once this was done, Seamus moved to straddle Dean again, allowing himself for a moment the pleasure of pressing his own achingly hard member against the crease of his boyfriend's ass, rubbing it along the opening a few times. But the temptation was too big, so he stopped and directed his attention to his tied up lover again.

He kissed the nape of Dean's neck, nibbling the skin. He blew hot air over the fine hair growing there and felt Dean shiver beneath his hands. He planted kisses on Dean's shoulders, then moved downward along the spine. He went up once more to take the same trail as before, this time with his tongue. He heard Dean groan into his gag as he let his tongue wander deeper and deeper, following the curve of Dean's spine.

When he reached the two depressions at the end of Dean's back, right where his cheeks began, he dipped into them the same way he had before with his navel, stroking over and around them with the tip of his tongue. As he moved downwards, he slid along Dean's sweat-glistening body, rubbing his own against the length of Dean's limbs to placate at least a bit his own needs.

Now the moment had arrived. Seamus smiled to himself as he grabbed Dean's ass with both hands and squeezed it gently. He kneaded the flesh with his fingers, enjoying to touch such a well-shaped part of his boyfriend's body.

"I'm going to do it now..." he whispered. Dean struggled again, but much weaker than before. He was panting heavily instead. "Relax, babe. Some people have to be forced to their own happiness. You'll love it..."

Seamus places a kiss on one of Dean's cheeks. Then he used the whole of his tongue to lick over the skin, making it wet and glistening. He realized that he felt ravenous all of a sudden. He gently bit down on Dean's flesh, enjoying to feel his lover twitch and the sound of him groan. A lick of his tongue immediately soothed the abuse of his teeth. He continued that game a couple of times. Then he placed his tongue on top of Dean's coccyx and let it rest there for a moment, giving Dean a last chance to get used to the idea of his defeat.

Then he moved down.

The tip of his tongue gently pushed between his boyfriend's cheeks, touching the puckered opening.

Dean bucked his hips so vigorously that he almost threw Seamus off. He screamed into his gag, his whole body shaking.

"Goodness gracious, I haven't even started yet!" Seamus laughed and grabbed the sides of the bed to prevent himself from falling off. Then he continued his task. Without further introduction, he thrust his tongue forward, pressing against the tight opening. He let it flicker and whirl over it, caressing the soft skin.

With a groan, Dean suddenly arched his back, pushing his ass up against Seamus' face.

"See? I told you that you'd like it," Seamus exclaimed triumphantly, cupping the cheeks of Dean's ass again as he continued licking and tickling the puckered hole. Dean occasionally responded with an involuntary twitch of his hips or a soft sigh, muffled by the gag, but mostly he kept still and let Seamus pleasure him.

Soon, however, Seamus had to rise up again, completely out of breath. His own arousal had become almost unbearable. He took one of his fingers, wetted it a bit more with his lips and then placed it against Dean's entrance which was already dripping with Seamus' saliva. Without meeting much resistance, he pushed it past the ring of muscles into Dean's body. A second and third joined it soon and he realized that Dean didn't need any more preparation.

Seamus quickly moved up, covering Dean's body with his own. He nibbled at his ear while he positioned himself at the slick entrance and gently pressed down. He slid inside, almost being sucked into Dean's body and soon found himself wrapped up in the most delicious wet heat. "Oh Dean..." he breathed shakily into his lover's ear, as he slowly started stroking in and out.

The extent of his own arousal surprised Seamus. He couldn't stand the slow speed for long. That's why he reached under his boyfriend armpits and took a hold of those strong shoulders as he increased the force of his thrust. This wouldn't last long...

"Dean!" He bit down hard on Dean's shoulder, trying to keep himself from coming so soon, but he couldn't stop. "Oh God, you're so... so... Ah!" Seamus threw his head back and groaned. "Oh shit!"

His climax hit with full force, making his vision go black for a moment. Twitching and jerking, he emptied himself into his beautiful black lover, clutching his shoulders and pressing his mouth against the nape of Dean's neck to stifle the cries of passion.

Then he lay there, panting and shaking, sprawled over Dean's back. He was still sheathed inside his body and it felt so good. His boyfriend's soft whimper brought him back to reality.

"Oh my God... Dean. I'm sorry. I... I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Oh man... shit." He quickly got off Dean, wincing slightly as his cock slid out of its tight envelope. He grabbed the strings that tied Dean's wrists and legs to the bedposts and ripped them in two. Then he turned Dean on his back, almost fearing to look into his eyes. When he finally did, he couldn't read his impression. It was inscrutable.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear." Seamus straddled Dean's hips again and reached down between his legs, gathering some of the fluids there in his palm and spreading it over Dean's cock. Then he shifted and slowly impaled himself onto the whole length of his arousal. Seamus bit his lips when he felt Dean filling him up completely.

When it was accomplished, he reached up for Dean's mouth and removed the gag, throwing it away. Then he grabbed Dean's hands and placed them around his throat. "Here," he said hoarsely. "Do as you please. Strangle me. I deserve it."

Dean stared at him for a moment, his fingers tentatively flexing around Seamus' throat. Then, with a low growl, he pulled Seamus down to him and captured his mouth in a wild and raging kiss.

Seamus sighed happily when realizing that he wasn't in the doghouse yet and returned the kiss. He felt Dean's strong hands move down his back and grabbing his hips, starting the first thrusts. Seamus moaned when the well-known sensations flooded his body and moved in rhythm with Dean's thrusts.

Obviously Dean was at the end of his control as well, because soon he wrapped his muscular arms around Seamus' much smaller body, pressing him so close to his chest that he was almost unable to breath and thrusting into him in earnest.

Seamus moaned into Dean's opened mouth, drinking his sighs and pushing his tongue forward, imitating the movements his boyfriend was performing on his body, true to his previous promise.

It didn't take long and Dean's movements ground to a sudden halt. He pressed Seamus' hips against his own and then a shudder went through his body and he came with a strangled moan deep inside of Seamus.

The moment Seamus felt Dean reaching the peak, he felt how it set something loose inside of him, too, and much to his own surprise, he came a second time. He cried out loud and sank his teeth into Dean's shoulder as he spilled himself over both their stomachs.

When his mind unfogged, he felt Dean's hands roam languidly over his damp skin and ruffle his hair. He closed his eyes for a second, sighing contently. His heart was still beating like crazy.

"Now you owe me one." Dean's husky voice cut through the silence of their heavy breathing.

"What?" Seamus asked sleepily.

"You came twice. No fair!"

Seamus lifted his head and stared at his grinning boyfriend. "Huh?"

"I think you owe me one now."

Seamus blinked, a bit insecure. "Ehm, sure. You want it right now?"

Dean laughed. "No, silly. But I'll take you up on your offer some day soon. Don't forget: A promise is a promise."

~ Finis ~