Warnings: This fic has mild S&M themes. It does involve two men. If you don't like that type of thing turn back now. It is a one-shot for the time being.
Draco shrugged on his robe and descended down the stairs, livid that his night's sleep was interrupted. The pounding on the door was louder than the thunder rolling through the skies and growing increasingly frantic. Wrenching open the door Draco glared at the unwelcome interruption to his sleep. There stood Harry Potter mid strike.
"What in God's name do you think you are doing, Potter?"
Harry glared back at Draco, although since he looked like nothing so much as a drowned rat with water dripping from his hair and nose, the look didn't carry much heat. His gaze softened as he lowered his eyes and fell to his knees before the blond.
"Please..." he said so softly Draco barely caught it. The blond smirked.
"Please? Please what, pet?"
"Please let me in…Master."
The smirk never leaving his face, Draco spun on his heels and walked resolutely away from the dark haired man.
"Do not drip on my wood floors." He drawled over his shoulder as he disappeared into his study.
Harry stood and stepped carefully on the mat just inside the door before closing it quietly behind him. He gazed after the blond knowing that it had started. Already his manhood twitched in anticipation. The young wizard stripped his clothes off, folding the soggy mess as best he could and laid the garments on the mat. With that done he gritted his teeth and followed after Draco.
The Malfoy heir stood leaning against the vast oak desk, arms crossed and waiting. Draco nodded his approval when Potter appeared in the doorway completely naked. "Sit." inclining his head towards a chair across from him. Harry moved to sit. Draco glared at the man for long moments, allowing the silence to stretch until he saw Harry begin to fight the urge to squirm. When he did speak, it was soft and low, ensuring Potter had to strain to hear him, "Do you think you are special enough to warrant my attention in the middle of the night? Do you truly believe, oh great hero, that you have the right to interrupt a person's sleep? Do you truly think yourself above all others that only your needs matter?"
These questions were met with silence.
"Answer me." Draco commanded, his voice still low.
Harry glared at the man. "No." he ground out.
"What was that?"
"I said no."
Draco frowned. "You are truly a waste of time and energy, Potter." The young blond pushed off the desk and walked toward the chair. Draco got right in Harry's face, both arms on either side of the dark hair wonder, pinning him to the chair. "Let's try this again; as you have woken me up from a sound sleep, my patience is thin." His eyes never left Harry's. They stayed like that for several breaths, neither giving into the other. Harry felt Draco's breath mingling with his own. The slightly older man smelled of mint and a light smoky scent. Leaning ever so slightly forward would allow their lips to meet. And Harry tried just that. Draco, sensing it, straightened and let the other man fall forward. Stepping back out of Harry's reach the blond tsked. Shaking his head he went back to leaning against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest and simply stared as Harry struggled with what he had just tried to do.
"You think yourself worthy of a kiss? From me? That's against the rules, Potter."
Harry hoarsely replied, "Rules are made to be broken." Even to his own ears it sounded lame.
Draco laughed, "Not my rules. Not if you want to continue this little arrangement." He uncrossed his arms and leaned back. "You show up here, unannounced, already breaking one rule, and then have the gall to inform me you wish to continue to break rules. And you think that I will just bow to your every whim? No, no, Potter, that is not going to happen. You are lucky I even let you in the door in the first place and didn't hex you on the spot." With that Draco left the room, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.
Harry sat stunned for a moment, not sure what to do. He didn't know what had possessed him to try and kiss Draco, he knew it was not part of the deal. The week had just been so frustrating. His irritation gave way to confusion. He thought he could read Draco better than that by now. He thought….well, it didn't matter. Scowling, he stood and went to find the man who continued to elude him. Not seeing him in the hall, Harry continued to walk around the house, though he knew where the other man had went. He was delaying, trying to figure out why. What had he expected from the blond? I came over here knowing what would happen, what is supposed to happen, wanting it to happen, why am I hesitant now? Finally he sighed and went to the one room of the house which, in his mind, was exclusively his and Draco's.
Draco waited for the dark haired man to wander in the room. He could tell something was bothering the other man but he was not about to be caught up in Harry's inner warring. Potter coming here in the middle of the night was unexpected and not appreciated. Their arrangement was supposed to be absolute. Something was definitely wrong and Draco wondered again if he should have just left the other man standing in the rain. Deftly he smacked the riding crop against his hand, smiling at the crack as leather met flesh. He ran his hand over the twisted leather, appreciating the supple suede as it twisted down the length. Like all his toys, he had had this crop made special, it was hollow, allowing him to insert his wand into the handle, much as his father did with his cane. Harry's shadow fell across the door way. About time.
Harry steeled himself before walking into the room. Green eyes met ice blue.
"Sit." Draco commanded again, this time Draco pointed with the crop to a chair in the middle of the room. Haughtily, Harry moved toward Draco instead. The end of the riding crop touched Harry's chest as Draco moved it between them, stopping Harry's advance. His eyes narrowed. "I said sit." Harry's arms snapped to his sides as a full body bind rushed over him. Draco chuckled as he levitated Harry, guiding him toward a table instead of the chair, never touching the dark haired man. Once Harry was on the table Draco busied himself with securing wrist and ankle restraints on the helpless Potter before releasing the spell.
"You are definitely more trouble than you are worth." Draco drawled as he stalked around the table, taking in the sight of Harry. Pulling his wand out of the riding crop, he put it down and picked up a green feathered tickler, inserting his wand into the handle.
"So, oh great one, why don't you tell me why you are here." The blond man began gently running the device down one side of Harry's body. Knowing Potter's body as well has he did, Draco lingered in areas that were particularly sensitive; just under the third rib, toward the junction of the hip. Harry was gritting his teeth, fighting against the soft, tingling touches as Draco made his way slowly down the left side and up the right. It had almost become routine, the gentleness which helped the dark haired man to let down his physical guard, driving his body to response and arousal.
"I just..I just…" Words were becoming difficult to form.
"Yes?" Draco prompted having nearly completed his first round on the man. When he had reached Harry's right ear he stopped. It seemed no answer was forth coming. He paused the tickler and leaned close, letting his lips just barely brush against the ear, he whispered, "Potter, you are being extremely difficult. If you came here for your normal reason, then I see no need for you to fight so hard."
When he still didn't receive a response Draco straightened up and glared as he continued his tirade in a normal voice, "I see. You are still suffering from the delusions that you are somehow special. With everyone around you bowing and scraping to kiss the Great Harry Potter's ass, these delusions are only getting worse. Well, I am here to inform you, you are not special. In any way. You are a common, everyday, run of the mill, pain slut. A man who cheats on his wife but tells himself it isn't cheating because I won't fuck him. A man who pretends to be one thing in front of the eyes of the public, but, in private, he begs for his release like a dog. You pretend to be the hero to all those around you and, now, you are beginning to believe your own lies. It is a good thing I am here to keep you grounded in reality."
And with that Draco brought down the riding crop he had summoned to him across the bottom of Harry's feet. Potter whimpered slightly at the pain. Though this too was part of the routine, the pain brought Harry pleasure. Again Draco struck the soles of Potter's feet, beginning the journey upwards. Across ankles and shins, thighs and stomach. Avoiding the now erect flesh twitching in anticipation. Across the heaving chest, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive nipples before coming to a stop at Harry's neck. The blond, once more, leaned into Harry's ear. "What is it that brought you here?"
Without waiting for an answer, Draco crawled on to the table and straddled the panting man's thighs. He hovered there, not touching the man beneath him except for the slight brush of his open robe. Their eyes met. Draco brought the riding crop up between them, slowly drawing out his wand before setting the crop down next to Potter's prone form. The blond dragged the tip of his wand in figure eights across the dark haired man's chest. The spell he used, one of his own devising, caused the tip of the wand to become freezing cold. The wand wandered down past the bottom of the ribcage, across the stomach, almost reaching the wanton member. Draco balanced precisely, never breaking eye contact, searching the emerald depths for an answer as to why this night was different. The body beneath him smelled of nervous sweat.
Out of curiosity Draco leaned forward and ghosted his lips over Harry's. The trapped man's eyes widened, a glint lighting in their depths. That was all Malfoy needed. He sat up, being careful to avoid touching Harry's obvious need. The blond gracefully left the table and leaned against a school desk that was placed a few feet from the foot of the table. Potter lifted his head, his bewildered gaze saying he was having trouble comprehending why the other man had stopped.
With a flick of his wrist Draco unstrapped the man helpless on the table. "Finish yourself off and get out. We are done."
Harry sat up and blinked at Draco. "What?"
"You heard me." the older man said, disgusted.
Harry was panicked now. "I don't understand."
"Don't you?" retorted Malfoy, "Potter, why are you here? You know how this is supposed to work."
The dark haired hero sat silently staring into ice blue eyes. Finally, his gaze dropped and he spoke, "I just had a rough week and I needed a release. Our normal arrangement."
"You have had rough weeks before and you still managed to make an appointment, not show up in the middle of the bloody night." Draco's wand sparked as his anger at the other man flared. "You know what I think? I think you are falling for me and that, that will not work at all. We are done." The blond waved his hand in dismissal.
Harry gapped at the other man, arousal now forgotten. "Draco…that isn't true. I…it has just been a really bad week and…" He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more, Draco or himself.
Malfoy snorted in contempt and closed the distance between them. He grabbed a handful of Harry's dark hair, wrenching the man's head back he growled low, "Right there. You are never to address me by name, here. Here, I am only Master to you." He shoved Harry away from him, causing the man to tumble from the table.
Harry scrambled to his feet, stammering what was sure to be a poor excuse, but Draco roughly grabbed the man by the shoulders and, spinning him around, directed him back into the foyer. There he gave him a shove toward his disheveled clothes. "Leave now. Don't come back." With that, the blond stood waiting for Harry to get dressed.
Harry turned and started to protest once again, but when he saw the look on the other's face he knew it was best to leave before hexes started flying, especially since he never brought his wand to these sessions. Slowly he got dressed, and opened the door. It was still pouring rain. Harry took a step out then turned around, "Good night, Potter." The door slammed on Harry before he had a chance to respond.
Harry Potter stood for a minute facing the door. His head hung, he whispered into the night, "Would it really be so bad to let me love you, Draco?"