TITLE: Harry Potter and the Candy Dish of Delights
AUTHOR: tcregan
E-MAIL: padababy1@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Harry/Candy Dish, Harry/Dumbledore, *brief* mention of Harry/Draco
SUMMARY: Harry discovers what kind of candy he likes best.
AUTHOR'S NOTES and WARNING: *buries face in hands* I did not write this, I did 
not write this. Okay, I did. Blame npetrenko. Blame a lot. If the pairing 
doesn't bother you, then by all means read. However, I DID warn you.

CHALLENGE SET BY npetrenko: 
9. Candy Dish Paring: AD/HP 
Dumbledore + Harry + Candy Dish. Should be NC-17

Harry waited rather impatiently in the headmaster's office, drumming his fingers 
on the desk, looking around. The portraits were all asleep, as far as he could tell, 
some with curtains pulled over their fronts. The office hadn't changed much, and 
Harry felt rather at peace here. Fawkes dozed on his perch, barely sparing Harry 
a second look when he came in. He'd been informed by one of the portraits (before 
she fell back asleep) that Dumbledore wasn't there, but he would be back soon. He 
had, of course, taken 'soon' to mean 'within the next few minutes.' What he didn't 
count on was that from the portrait's point of view 'soon' was, in actuality, 
forty-five minutes. He checked his watch. Forty-eight minutes.

After ten minutes, he'd taken to walking around, looking at all the contraptions he 
still was confused by. Half the things he couldn't even recognize, but he supposed 
that since he didn't have to use them, that didn't matter. It took him nearly twenty 
minutes, but he'd examined every piece on the tables. Another fifteen minutes, and he 
had thoroughly looked at everything on the shelves. Now, he'd changed his view to 
the desk, perusing each item carefully, though without touching. Papers, a journal, 
a few books, ink pot, a couple quills, a photo of someone who might've been a niece 
or maybe even a daughter, and a glass candy dish.

Harry looked at the last item with interest. It never ceased to amaze him just how 
many different types of candies Dumbledore actually kept. Every time he came into 
the office (which seemed to be an awful lot of late, what with the Order wrapping 
things up concerning the final battle), there was a different candy. He'd tasted 
hard and soft candies alike flavored in strawberries, cherries, blueberries, 
apricots, pears, peppermint, and chocolates in all different shapes and sizes. Now, 
there seemed to be a new kind of chew in the dish, and he helped himself to one.

Wow.

He helped himself to another. It was like an explosion of mint, but tangier. And 
the aftertaste was interesting, to say the least. The residual candy seemed to scrub 
itself over his teeth and tongue until it was all gone, and a very clean feeling was 
left in his mouth. He liked it. He liked it a lot. So much, in fact, that he wondered 
about it. Taking a look around, he popped another chew in his mouth, then smeared it 
over his arm. It tingled.

"Wow."

As a seventeen year old boy, Harry was not a stranger to horomones. Nor was he 
a stranger to experimentation. With another look around, slightly sheepish this 
time, he took the candy dish off the desk, deciding that he would just have to tell 
Dumbledore he spilled it, and he'd buy him more. He picked up handful after handful 
of the mint chews, getting them to the right consistency before putting them back 
in the dish. He checked the portraits, then Fawkes, all of whom were asleep, and 
slowly unzipped his trousers. His cock was ready in anticipation. Taking a breath, 
he slid himself into the half-eaten chews. And nearly came right then.

Oh. Merlin. He didn't even have to thrust, the candy was doing a great job on its 
own. Biting his lip to keep from moaning, he closed his eyes. This was better than 
anything, even that blow job he'd gotten from Draco Malfoy in third floor corridor 
the other night. And the boy had talent. A tiny breath escaped his lips, and the 
chews were almost gone.

Oh hell.

He started thrusting anyway, wanting to come before the chews disintegrated. His 
eyes closed, brain firmly in his trousers, he didn't hear or see the door open. Nor 
did he see the figure that strode through it. He did, however, sense a familiar 
presence when said figure drew near, and opened his eyes.

Shit.

"Um," Harry tried, licking his lips. His body, thankfully, had stopped thrusting, 
most of the candy gone now anyway. "Professor, I can explain. I um..." Could he 
explain? He looked down, erection sitting in a sticky mass of goo that, unfortunately 
(from his point of view), had not come from himself. He looked back up. Dumbledore 
had his hand out. Embarrassed beyond words, Harry handed him the dish.

Dumbledore waved his wand, vanishing the remainder of the white-green chews, and set 
the glass dish on the desk. "Harry."

Blushing furiously, Harry said, "Yes, sir?"

"We shall not speak of this incident again if you do me a favor."

"Yes, sir." Anything not to have to hear about this, or worse, have someone else 
find out. His stomach clenched painfully at the thought of what Ron would say. 
Or worse, Snape.

"Those were my favorite candies. I'm afraid there's hardly anything left of them."

Harry blinked, and looked down again. While the scrubbing part of the mint had 
stopped working, he was still coated in the stuff, and still hard. Was Dumbledore 
suggesting...? A hand on his knee, and he knew that yes, that's exactly what 
Dumbledore was suggesting. Harry thought for a moment. Did he want to? He was, 
after all, a seventeen year old boy. With needs. And this was just an experiment 
after all. "Sure," he said, with enthusiasm. He leaned back in the chair, watching 
as the most powerful wizard of the time knelt between his knees, and began to suck
off what was left of the mint chews.

Wow. Again.

It was even better than the candy dish, and Harry grabbed the arms of the chair, 
thrusting into a mouth that was more talented than should've been allowed. Unable
to help himself, he let out a loud moan, followed by some rather unintelligible 
words, and he was quite sure he ordered Dumbledore to, "Please suck my cock harder,
Headmaster."

Almost in tears, he reached his climax, panting and moaning. With a shout, he came 
hard, and Dumbledore swallowed easily, licking up the rest of the candy, then stood. 
Harry waited until he'd regained control of his breathing before looking up. There 
was an added twinkle to Dumbledore's eyes, and Harry couldn't help but grin. He 
fixed his trousers, licked his lips, and managed, "Thank you."

"Yes, well," Dumbledore said, a mock-offended way, "you still owe me more. There was
quite a lot in the dish that didn't get used."

Harry's grin widened. "I'll bring some more tonight."

FIN