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Summary:
He knew it would never be true.
Draco wouldn't ever want to be with him in reality, only in his dreams.
One-shot?
Warning:
There is hot graphic guy on guy sex.
There is self-mutilation.
There is adult language and content.
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE.
RATED M FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON FOLKS.
"Focus on the fantasies you want to manifest, for reality may grow where your attention will flow."
He looked forward to every night he could lay his head to sleep, to dream. The mattresses were stiff and uncomfortable and the pillows were almost just as unbearable, but as long as it gave him the serenity of sleep it was perfect.
He quietly slipped out of his robes because the rest of the boys of his house were asleep and not wanting to be awakened from their state of bliss. He slowly slid on a pair of flannel pajama pants. The said boy pulled back his covers and laid his to attain his well deserved bliss. In a few moments he was in repose.
Draco walked into the room, blonde strands falling over his silver orbs. He was smirking… no… he was smiling. He was smiling at him.
'Hey' He breathed with that smile. His pearly whites gleaming in a teasing way that made you want to slide your tongue across.
Harry would just smile back at him.
'Miss me?' He would ask in a tone that you couldn't disappoint.
'Of course I missed you love' The Gryffindor would wrap his arms around the dragon's neck and kiss him passionately. The Slytherin would open his roseate lips. Previous said boy would slide his tongue across the teasing pearls in a perfect curve. They were as smooth as they looked. Draco tongued the well known caverns of Harry's mouth, spelling sweet nothings that Harry probably didn't even apprehend. He pulled away when his lungs obligated.
'I've missed you… more than you could ever imagine.' Draco breathed against his flush lips.
'Then why did you leave? Why did you go?' Harry groaned in a sad tone even though he was still happy his lover had returned.
'Why didn't you tell me to stay?' This time the Prince was smirking that well known attractive smirk.
'You wouldn't have listened.' Harry said simply.
'Prove it.' Draco said quickly and smashed his lips against Harry who in return had his lips cut from the force of them on his teeth. Ruby liquid spilled between the battling mouths. Neither of the boys cared but both secretly enjoyed it in their sickening ways.
The emerald eyed boy fisted the hair of the Slytherin. The one with the silver eyes was eager to get Harry's pants off. Draco was carefully leading Harry to the bed, not wanting to trip over limbs or other belongings. Harry pushed Draco onto the bed and slid his hands under his shirt, gracing the smooth delicate skin brushing against a hardened nub on accident, of course. Eager to get his shirt off, Harry slipped the shirt up and over Draco's head, messing his hair up slightly. He brought his lips to the soft skin. Kissing and sucking leaving light marks of blood. He slowly made his way down to the hem of Draco's trousers, causing sweet moans to roll out of those roseate lips like the moon rising, slowly illuminating the night sky. He left a love bite on his lover's hip bone and slid his tongue underneath the hem in and teasing way and kissed his way back up.
Draco bucked his hips wantonly, grinding them fully against Harry's. Lengths grinding together in one long thrust had both boys moaning. Harry lightly licked up Draco's neck and made his way to his ear. He nibbled on the heated flesh and whispered, 'I want you… so damn bad… once I'm inside you… I'm going to fuck you to a pulp.' Draco melted at these words and Harry sucked on the soft flesh behind his ear. Remaining clothing was quickly removed. Harry was about to summon lubricant when Draco stopped him. 'Harry… I want you to fuck me raw.' Harry nearly reached ecstasy at these words.
'Draco you know it's going to hurt? The pain will be unbearable…'
'Bring it.'
Harry being the sadist he was was more than willing to give in to Draco's request. And Draco, being the masochist he was was more than willing to receive it. The pain will make it all the more better. They we're perfect for each other.
Harry positioned himself and stared deep into silver pools.
'You're so beautiful.'
Without much warning he thrust himself into Draco. The velvet heat surrounded him and he automatically started thrusting deep inside of Draco. The immense pain made Draco cry out. It was unbearable and tears stained his porcelain cheeks. Harry had never seen something so beautiful. Draco started to scream Harry's name. He was in so much pain and Harry thought twice about stopping but decided against it. Draco buried his nails deeps into Harry's skin causing him to cry out. Harry was literally panting Draco's name now. His balls drew close and his muscles tensed. He could feel Draco tightening around him. He tightened his grip on Draco's already bruised hips and pounded into him like a jackhammer. Draco came on himself and Harry's chest. He felt faint and his eyes closed. After Draco's climax he came hard inside his blonde prince, filling him to the max with his burning seed. Both had screamed each other's name in ecstasy.
Harry rolled off Draco and caught his breath. After Draco reclaimed himself he ran a finger along the still warm semen on his stomach and brought the finger to Harry's mouth. Harry looked at the finger with half lidded eyes and took the finger in. He kissed Draco open mouthed allowing the silver-eyed teen to taste his juice. They continued like this until their energy was drained and they fell asleep.
Harry awoke to sticky sheets and pants. The light in the room was signifying it was noon. It was a dream… ANOTHER FUCKING DREAM! He clutched the sheets and screamed. He couldn't take it. He needed Draco fucking Malfoy. He needed something he couldn't have. He needed to taste the salty flesh, kiss the soft lips, taste the sweet cavern, and fill that tight hole.
He couldn't take this anymore. He didn't want to. Thank god the room was empty because now no one could stop him. He grabbed his wand and muttered a hex. He hexed himself. He slit his own wrists. Harry smiled at the blood dripping down onto the floor. He smiled and thought to himself 'if this is life... I wonder what hell is going to be like.'